An imperial distress signal is sent out to the stars. From it, an unencrypted message.
<This is Sergeant Collins of the 34th Stormtrooper Battalion, previously stationed on Dac as part of garrison force of the Mon Cala Orbital Ring. Calling in for a rescue pick up on the planet of Baros. The Rebels have left the entire staff of the stolen portion on the planet, unarmed, but unharmed. We were told that rescue would come by whomever came first. No intel to report, they dumped us here and disappeared, though reportedly south east. No confirmation on whether that was towards another rally point, or towards a rebel base of some sort.>
The message is suddenly interrupted, as a rebel voice, distorted and using a clear voice modulator, cuts through.
<Take your men Sularen. Is it a trap? Maybe. But do you care enough about your men to find out? I'll be waiting to find out.>
The transmission cuts, as suddenly as the voice cut through.
The stars watch with baited breath. The Eye of the Storm waits for an answer.
