<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://img.swcombine.com/ships/63/cockpit.gif">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>The Barloz Class Freighter,<span style="font-style: italic">Rischiarre</span>moved at what most in the trade would consider a slow rate of speed. The ship was obviously on a routine freight-hauling mission from Jakelia to some distance world. Only the crew knew what they were hauling or where they were heading.<br/><br/>Smoke filled the bridge cabin. Kyp Melan was frantic, pushing buttons, pounding on consoles, "you bucket of bolts!" He yelled at the thirty-year old Corellian ship. "What the hell is wrong with you!?"<br/><br/>After several minutes of yelling, cursing and beating on the controls, Kyp yelled into an intercom system,<span style="font-style: italic">"Garrick!...The hyperdrive is on the fritz again! Fix it or we are all dead!" Kyp was annoyed and frustrated. The crew of [i]Rischiarre</span>had just sabotaged three luxury liners at the shipyards on Jakelia and needed to make a hasty exit from the sector. They needed to get anywhere, but here.<br/><br/>Ten minutes later, an Imperial Star Destroyer appeared out of hyperdrive. The ship trudged through the bleakness of space no closer than 100 kilometers above the battered old Correllian Freighter. Kyp noticed imperial scans almost immediately upon its presence in the sector. "Garrick, anytime now, we have company!" The Imperial ship, this close to his own made the Bothan pilot more than a little nervous. Several more minutes passed and the Star Destroyer launched four Tie fighters which headed straight for Jakelia, rather than towards Kyp's forlorn vessel. No one contacted him and no made an erroneous move in his direction. If they could just get their hyperdrives back on line, they could get out of the sector and pretend like nothing ever happened. Kyp made another call on the intercom, "Get everyone to help you fix that damn thing!"