Zadwon

“Back to Zeffo,” Greez announced to the ship, somewhat unnecessarily seeing as Cal had just selected that destination from the holo-map. The Mantis lifted gracefully up into the sky and blazed into space with barely a hint of stress. She truly was an elegant ship, built in a different time when utilitarianism did not define ship architecture. Cal certainly appreciated even having a ship after their short, sharp trip to Lateron. The bombed out husk of a world, its shipyards in ruin, its residents eking out a meagre living, the Imperials everywhere! Somehow Greez had been happy there, in the dead hulk that had once been a thriving space-port. He’d found the replacement escape pods barely without issue and Cere’s splicing skills, aided by BD’s scomp, had bought them not only a discreet landing berth but some anonymity from the milling probe-droids. Even so Cal hadn’t been able to stray far from the Mantis. No doubt he was public enemy No. 1 having managed to infiltrate Fortress