As the Guardian Light Cruiser "Defiance" drops out of hyperspace, Rorran "Slasher" Gorma commanding, as the ship reverts into realspace, he turns to his sensor technician;

"Mr. Drintoa, report."

Looking up from his console, Sensor Officer 1st Class Pronad Drintoa reports;

"Sensors indicate that there are no unexpected ships in the sector at present, long range sensors indicate normal traffic along the shipping lanes"

"Very good,"

Turning to his communications officer, Slasher addresses him too;

"What are the status of the other ships?"

"They are all in position" responds Chief Petty Officer Drontin Mrotlo, "Horn of Valor, the CR-20, and all the fighters are in position. The TIE/src has reported that the convoy is heading this way, they're shadowing the group, and will keep us appraised of any changes."

Slasher nods in response, turning to look out the forward viewport, he watches the rest of his collection of ships floating through space. It was a somewhat motley collection of ships, but they were all his, and this was a mission of a personal nature, so he could not use any Vast Empire Navy ships.

===3 years before===

17 year old Rorran Gorma walks around the Toscan 8-Q Starfighter that Friodlon had given him to use for many of his courier missions. He couldn't believe the way things were going now. When he started working for this guy originally to try and pay off the debt his father owed to the man, originally he had just been given simple jobs. Friodlon had recognized his piloting abilities when he had been forced to work for him a year and a half before, and had immediately put him to work as a courier, having him run packages and other special things between the various interests of Friodlon. However things didn't last long in that way.

About three months after he had started working for Friodlon, he had been approached by Friodlon, who had pointed him to a light frieghter, and told him where to take the ship, who would meet him, and how much he should be paid. It was with that, that he began working as a smuggler within that organization.

Finally, just a couple days before, Friodlon had given him a LJ-90 Sniper Rifle, told him to start practicing with it, and that he would be updated about his mission when he arrived on planet in 4 days time. As he rounds the edge of the fighter, he finds a man waiting for him, the man merely hands him a datapad, saying;

"Read this, once you have, destroy it."

Rorran looks down at the pad, and then looks up to ask a question, but the guy who had given him the pad was gone. Shrugging he turns back to the pad and activates it, quickly absorbing the information about his target, and moves off toward his target.

===Present===

Slasher sits in his chair, remembering that fateful mission. After

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