[b][u]Aboard the Nightstalker[/u][/b]

Pulling out of hyperspace over the planet of Dantooine, Chigan couldn't help but sigh. Despite being a beautiful planet pre-war, the sight of the planet brought about the thought of how fragile this resistance was. The remnants of the Alliance's Navy was nothing compared to what he'd seen on the holonet, and he knew for sure that a frontal assault from this Infinite Empire would be the death of the Alliance.

A few seconds later a call came out, the request for an authentication code to enter the Alliance controlled region. As Jakoli began inputting the code, a few X-Wings came up behind him in escort formation. A smile flickered across Chigan's face, speaking in his native Rodian tongue, "They aren't taking security lightly here, they are worried."

Seconds later, a voice came over the communication terminal. Despite the usual sounding official and mundane, the message clearly carried a sense of urgency that he'd not heard in a long time. "Authentication cleared. Make your way to the provided coordinates and report to Commander Nevil. Auxillary ships will be refitted for deployment on sight."

Chigan did not need his M-TD translator droid to relay the instructions in Rodian from Galactic Basic, but it did its job regardless. The freighter rerouted towards the planet, its escort halving to only two ships. Under closer examination, it looked like every civilian ship had some sort of escort. "They're not taking security lightly here, are they Jakoli?" 

"Would you?"

That question, while not rhetorical, did not need an answer. The ship descended to the planet's surface with its crew in utter silence. Only the Holonet, still replaying scenes of the sacking of Coruscant, made a sound. Moments later, the ship came into land at what seemed to be a refitted spaceport, lined with anti-starfighter defenses and ground based turrets. 

As the ramp lowered, the ship was flooded with Alliance soldiers who under normal circumstances would not pass for combatants. The aging rodian pushed himself from his seat, keeping his hands stretched out to his side. As the man bearing what seemed to be the highest insignia boarded, he examined the meager crew for a moment. 

"I assume that you will not be opposed to us searching the ship?" The translator droid pumped out the flawless translation in real time for Chigan.

"I do not have a choice?" Chigan was not concerned about his secret cargo hold being full of evidence of his spice running activities, as the Alliance was clearly more interested in spies other subversive elements being smuggled in. In reality, he had very little to hide. The Alliance had to let a little bit go when they hired smugglers for these types of jobs.

"We'll have this ship refitted for the task while you report to the Commander," the ranking officer's tone clearly gave away his displeasure with the current task.

Stepping out of his ship, he took a moment to reflect. Once again, the planet's beauty was marred by military installations dotting the landscape, as well as training missions tearing up nature. There was no time to meditate on the fact, as his short walk came to an end. Standing in front of him was a well decorated Quarren Commander. 

Offering a quick salute, Chigan waited for his orders.