Vaudin Miir
Planetary President of Iktotch
Mission
There were few things a person could compare to traveling through the stars. He'd spent most of his life in the infinite black. Just another tramp freighter/pirate/ scoundrel drifting the lanes happily unaffiliated, unattached and unnoticed. Things had changed fast and hard as most things did but he had never stopped loving the feeling of his own ship under him and the stars his only companions. He had made friends along the way of course, but bush pilots rarely stayed together long and usually settled for a chance encounter hear and there to pass as keeping in touch. Now what business did a senior senator have running around in an old freighter? One word, reconnaissance. The Republic had a war to fight and any intel was potentially life saving. Now back to why was a senior senator doing intelligence gathering. Simple answer, he was the only one interested in doing it and he had a better chance than either Jedi or militay intelligence of blending in and keeping the operation quiet.
The Swarthy Bantha was an old weather beaten old crate but it packed a punch and was exactly what this mission called for, it was a tramp freighter. The smuggling compartments, after market mods, false transponders, it was all just the kind of ship no one cared about as long as it didn't cause someone to do more work than they had too.
Vaudin closed his eyes as he dropped out of hyperspace over Muunilinst and just listened to the ship for a minute before he began running routine scans and sending standard work inquiries for cargo heading to anywhere near his next check point, just like he did in the old days. He got a few quick hits and picked up some chatter about a new "truck stop" under construction. Just like the mission dossier from the anonymous employer described. His intel would pay well and he could use it for the Republic, win-win. He made the usual procedures his business for now. He offered the usual complaints the standard resistance to inspections, just the kind of thing he always did. It wasn't long before he had his cargo of food stuffs sold and purchased building materials and raw ores bound for Kalee. It would take a few hours to load the cargo so he went to gather intel at the place every spacer got his news, a cantina...
Mission: Highway to Hell (time-sensitive)
Location: Part or all of the following route: Muunilinst to Kalee to Kad V to Esfandia to Sharb to Solovarna to Serpena to Dasid Anya
Objective: Reconnaissance of the under-construction hyperlane linking Mandalorian space to Fringe space through the Unknown Regions. This is a recon run, not a combat run; your priorities are getting good scans and staying ahead of the Fringe/Akure Executive Interstellar patrols, as well as the many threats of the Unknown Regions. If you play it quiet and get intel on the under-construction 'truck stops' and other waypoints along the way, that's also good.
Location: Part or all of the following route: Muunilinst to Kalee to Kad V to Esfandia to Sharb to Solovarna to Serpena to Dasid Anya
Objective: Reconnaissance of the under-construction hyperlane linking Mandalorian space to Fringe space through the Unknown Regions. This is a recon run, not a combat run; your priorities are getting good scans and staying ahead of the Fringe/Akure Executive Interstellar patrols, as well as the many threats of the Unknown Regions. If you play it quiet and get intel on the under-construction 'truck stops' and other waypoints along the way, that's also good.
There were few things a person could compare to traveling through the stars. He'd spent most of his life in the infinite black. Just another tramp freighter/pirate/ scoundrel drifting the lanes happily unaffiliated, unattached and unnoticed. Things had changed fast and hard as most things did but he had never stopped loving the feeling of his own ship under him and the stars his only companions. He had made friends along the way of course, but bush pilots rarely stayed together long and usually settled for a chance encounter hear and there to pass as keeping in touch. Now what business did a senior senator have running around in an old freighter? One word, reconnaissance. The Republic had a war to fight and any intel was potentially life saving. Now back to why was a senior senator doing intelligence gathering. Simple answer, he was the only one interested in doing it and he had a better chance than either Jedi or militay intelligence of blending in and keeping the operation quiet.
The Swarthy Bantha was an old weather beaten old crate but it packed a punch and was exactly what this mission called for, it was a tramp freighter. The smuggling compartments, after market mods, false transponders, it was all just the kind of ship no one cared about as long as it didn't cause someone to do more work than they had too.
Vaudin closed his eyes as he dropped out of hyperspace over Muunilinst and just listened to the ship for a minute before he began running routine scans and sending standard work inquiries for cargo heading to anywhere near his next check point, just like he did in the old days. He got a few quick hits and picked up some chatter about a new "truck stop" under construction. Just like the mission dossier from the anonymous employer described. His intel would pay well and he could use it for the Republic, win-win. He made the usual procedures his business for now. He offered the usual complaints the standard resistance to inspections, just the kind of thing he always did. It wasn't long before he had his cargo of food stuffs sold and purchased building materials and raw ores bound for Kalee. It would take a few hours to load the cargo so he went to gather intel at the place every spacer got his news, a cantina...