Satunda, 28 Melona, 12731
The Problematic Opposition duo of allegedly-Sargon possibly-Alexander, and Admiral Thrawn, issued us a challenge that I am sure is meant to be both a test of our capacities and a distraction to buy them time.
- two freighters
- each headed to one of 3 different populated planets, each in a different sector of space
- Coruscant, capital city-planet of the Galactic Star Empire
- Procopia, capital planet of our home Tapani Imperium
- Chalcedon, capital of the Freedworlds Republic we've been assisting for months, and currently where several of our top tier projects are located.
- each freighter loaded with approximately 12 hypergravitic missiles
- each freighter, while crewed, hinted to be on a programmed collision course. (Does that seem very Thrawn to us?)
The strength of a Jedi is in how she connects with the other beings of the Galaxy. She seldom actually needs to step in as a fulcrum. Also, I really like the idea of enabling people to protect themselves, not scramble everywhere to do it on their helpless behalf.
We can get the word out, reliably, to all three locations that they need to look for such-and-such, and generally enable defenses against reality-cracking missile payloads.
(Maybe we won't put it that way. No need to stress our allies' own distractible inclinations.)
Beyond that, it would be wise to arrange to capture and make safe these two ships. Have a diplomatic interchange with the crews. Pick up whatever the next anxious puzzle is supposed to be.
Beyond that, this is as good a moment as I'm likely to find to start mentally drafting that holomail. The one that starts out "Dear Bossmen, Please compare near future schedules so we can have a lineage-only live chat. And it's up to you to ensure security is in place so our convo cannot be recorded, eavesdropped, or redistributed."
Vanya, abruptly: "SHIT" goes scrambling for her datapad
... which she does not have.
"Davish, babe, lemme borrow your good holovid call thinger!"
Davish jumps, nearly falling out of his chair , spilling his ramen.
"Oh sure!" Hands over his datapad and sighs at the near miss of a ramen-apocolypse
Vanya continues talking while rushing her way through the holovid call control menu. "Okay, what if I just figured out why the distraction? The target isn't the capital planets. The target is the BeeGees, right?" She backspaces a few characters in the call string she is inputting from memory, replaces with correct characters. "Only the target is NOT the BeeGees. It's their archives."
She pauses to glance around for the nearest semi-reflective surface. "SHIT SHIT SHIT now I gotta call my cousin. How's my hair?"
But she does not really listen for an answer.
"HICKS! C'mere a minute. Who's on duty assignment on Geidi?"
Aww! Tech calls me by name! :)