Inside the Helmet
“Ah, Captain Orell,” Admiral Varana’s image resolved in the blue holoreceiver disk on the bridge.
“Admiral,” I straightened up a little in the seat and replied, “We’ve departed Bespin and are returning to the fleet. We have…”
“What is your current location,” the Admiral interrupted, I was going to tell him that…
“Hoth System,” Ma’ag blurted before I could even form the words.
“Excellent,” the Admiral’s image wavered a moment and then cleared. “You’re not returning to the fleet. You are to travel immediately to the Malastare System and rendezvous with Agent Maya of Alderaanian Security. She will provide further details.”
What? I cleared my throat with a little hint of snide. “Yes, sir. Ah… we have some information…”