After spending days modifying the Imperial hyperwave transceiver to interface with the Old Republic era destroyer wreckage they called home, our heroes were finally able to reestablish secure communications offworld.
Several key members of your resistance are with you now, standing in the command bridge of the Endurance and looking at a blue hologram projection of a man in a hooded robe, the face obscured by the folds of fabric.
The image comes through with flickers and flashes of light, as if the transmission is barely making it through. The digitally obscured voice replies,
“I’ve never encountered Muraga herself, but I have dealt with other Hutts before. It’s not unusual for the Empire to give them some breathing room – especially in the outer rim. The Hutts generally accept this begrudgingly though, so there may be some merit to your idea to pit the two against each other. You’re sure this intel is correct, Kix?”
Kix, a sometimes frightening reminder of the clone wars, replies back,
“Yes, Fulcrum. I pulled it straight from the brain of that BLX droid we stole from the spaceport. Its orders were clear, load that shuttle for Martle station, and assist with refueling the Perlemian Haul. We knew something had to be up with such strong encryption on a dumb labor droid.”
The blue distorted voice speaks again,
“This is excellent news. The existence of the Perlemian Haul hadn’t even been confirmed before now. The rumors say its unmarked cargo freighters, barely any reason to think Imperials are involved with it. Low key, but transporting highly important cargo. I want you to assemble a strike force. You won’t have the numbers to take it by force – you’ll go in quiet. Take that Lambda-class you have and get to Martle station – I’ll transmit you some cover identities – ones that can be linked back to Muraga. I have a contact there, a merchant named Passk. He’s not a rebel, but he works with us…and doesn’t like the empire. Find him and figure out a way to get on one of those transports. Once you’re in, wait for them to jump to hyperspace and then commandeer the ship. Once you’re in control of the bridge, drop out of hyperspace and head to the rendezvous coordinates I’m sending. "
Everyone in the room nods, acknowledging the plan despite its danger.
“Alright, well we have a lead. Hail me when you reach the rendezvous – and may the Force be with you.”
With that, the blue light blinks off.