Beethree gave a little trill of acknowledgement, and plugged a data jack into the navicomputer, running the calculations for the jump to Formos. The<em>Gavel</em>lifted off from its docking bay with a graceful turn before its engines kicked in and rocketed up into the skies. It didn't take long for the ship to clear the planet's gravity well and jump to hyperspace.<br/><br/>The journey itself was uncomplicated, a straight shot down the Pabol Sleheyron trade route, right to the end at the outer edge of the Outer Rim. Formos itself was little more than a dustball with  a single major spaceport, but that spaceport was important enough to warrant a rudimentary Imperial garrison and a thriving smuggler's economy. As the<em>Lancer</em>-class angled towards the planet on its approach, a bored-sounding comm operator hailed the vessel:<br/><br/>"Ground Control to unidentified vessel, please transmit identification and state the nature of your visit."