Cross Ikon
The Red Admiral
Nal Hutta
Karking Hutts. Less than six hours ago, me and Ogen had been giving three women and their droid a lift to their home on Nal Hutta. But now these freaking Hutts were threatening to open fire on us. Of course, they didn't know that we were a fleet of 800 year old refugees that needed help. But they probably wouldn't care, anyway.I looked over my shoulder at our passengers.
"We might be in trouble, ladies. I'll try to get us through without fighting, but we might have to run."
I hit the comm channel.
"Hutta Control, this is Admiral Cross Ikon of the Virgin Duchess. I apologize for any fright we may have caused you, but we're carrying passengers in need of serious medical attention. Please allow us to stay in the system while we seek medical attention and repairs. I swear this is not an incursion into Cartel territory."
"Virgin Duchess, you are trespassing on Black Sun territory. Medical attention is one thing, but a whole fleet is another. Get out of the system and come back with only one ship."
"I'm sorry, but we can't move most of our wounded. They're in such dire condition that I was forced to put them in stasis. We're running less than skeleton crews on every ship here. We need help."
"Fine. You, your first mate, and any mobile passengers you have will fly to the surface in a shuttle. We will decide then and only then whether or not to help you. You have one hour."
"Understood."
I turned to the three women behind me.
"You guys, me, the droid, and Ogen are gonna fly down to them in a shuttle. They're liable to shoot us down if we use yours. I'm lucky that I have a couple of my own.... And if it's a trap.... We can all jump the hell out of here."
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