Star Wars: The Expansion

Part 2 – Kuat Shipyards

Monocle in his eye. What a tool. Self righteous to the point of psychotic. Captain Trigger Thyme was in charge of the corvette Brickwall. Jackson was assigned to the corvette after one of its gunners was killed during a theft. Brickwall had a complement of thirty mercenaries, six on gunner stations, one navigator, one on communications, one for the heavy weapons station, one captain, and twenty for a forced boarding party if needed. 

Jackson seemed to get lucky and gained a spot that was not part of a forced boarding. The security around their assigned junkyard had been increased. There were now, six corvettes and twelve fighter crafts all around the junkyard, apparently the Crimson Brigade had been made into a laughing stock after someone had stolen some rather valuable cargo that was hidden in the junk.

“New guy.” Captain Thyme said, gaining Jackson’s attention. “Be sure to have an active scan going at all times so that we don’t miss anything that isn’t one of ours.”

“Yes, sir.” Jackson responded. He flipped a switch next to his console and the active scanner began pinging across his screen. 

The patrol went through the active motions for about twelve hours, nothing was going on. Then while nothing was going on, near a radiation leaking hulk, two orange containers started to move.

“Captain Thyme, sir.” Jackson said while motioning to his screen. “There’s something strange going on over here.”

“What have you got for me, son.” Thyme said placing his hand on the back of Jackson’s stooping down to view the screen. 

“Those cargo containers are moving without any assistance. There has been no activity on or within the perimeter. Is there a course of action that we should take?”

Thyme mulled over this for a few seconds. He was watching the containers slowly move from their hiding place and over and around obstacles with the grace of a river moving around rocks. 

“Let’s follow those containers and see where they go.”

“You don’t want to stop them?”

“No, communicate to the other ships what is going on and ask that four of them follow us. I have a feeling that those crates are going to join the one that was stolen.”

The Brickwall broke off from its patrol pattern and began to follow the oddly agile, orange boxes. As they moved out of the field, the other corvettes as well as all of the fighters followed them. A conga line of attack craft following the orange containers to an unknown destination.