Shady Kubaz
Objetctive IV: BYOO
Location: Undisclosed, Outer Rim
Tag: It's just Hevnor
Location: Undisclosed, Outer Rim
Tag: It's just Hevnor
Something was buzzing. Hevnor first slid his protective goggles over his eyes, then swung his legs out of the bunk. He took a moment to find his slippers before exiting the safe, forgiving darkness of the 'bedroom' and into the merciless light of the garage.
The kubaz navigated the towers of gutted electronics and scrapped droids by instinct. He hated it here, all this filth, all these backwards yokels either ignorant of their chains or fantasizing about one day holding them… But he trusted in the vision, so here he stayed/
Hevnor came to his fractal radio and made some minute adjustments before answering.
"Go ahead."
The radio automatically translated the elegant, trumpeting speech of the Kubaz into the grotesque ape-like bleating of Galactic Standard Basic. This was a personal modification.
"Hey! Hey! We're under attack! Star destroyers…" The speaker paused so Hevnor could hear a distant explosion. "They're attacking the fortress! They're attacking everything!"
Hevnor scratched the underside of his handsome trunk. These were his young officers on Rothana. "Who's attacking the fortress?"
"I called to ask you! They've got stormtroopers…"
Stormtroopers? So far as Hevnor was aware, there were very few relevant Imperial elements on that side of the galaxy. Either they lacked the material capacity or the interest to assault Rothana. Something new, then.
"Extricate yourselves."
"What? What about the Arbetta?"
"Some loose ends will tie themselves." If their enemy could cause this level of problems for Abretta, then it was safe to say his hours were numbered. "Call again when the dust settles."
"...Alright."
The signal disconnected. Hevnor snorted derisively and re-traced his path back to bed. Whatever the problem was, it would not be any easier to solve without a full eight hours of rest.
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