“Any idea, where we can head to?”
Tabitha talked over a com link –
“I’m not aware of any rebel bases in the vicinity. But I wouldn’t have been made aware of all in case of capture. Let me think for a second. There should be some habitats where people are at least sympathetic to our cause. I’ll search for the names of habitats where I remember the empire carrying atrocities and cross-reference them with distance on the onboard computer.”
After a couple of seconds, she continued.
“I’m sending you the coordinates.”
The coordinates flashed up on the screen in front of me and my craft joined a long line of others, a space jam is what I liked to call it. This would make us inconspicuous to long-range radar. I was feeling confident that we had escaped for some time.
It took us a couple of hours to reach it. From the distance, it looked like a small moon.
A message came up on my console.
What is the nature of your business?
“Eh, Tabitha what is the nature of our business? Any ideas?”
“Give me a moment.”
The message began to flash an angry red.
“I have it. Tell them you trade in artifacts”
I typed in the response and the message disappeared.
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