<strong>Destiny Points:</strong><br/>Light Side: 2 Dark Side: 0<br/><hr/><br/>A second tractor beam caught Kader's ship, guiding him in for a landing. As his ship settled in, he saw several large signatures appear on the scanners. A new, masculine voice came over the comms, "Mission accomplished. All fighters clear the depot, and prepare for hyperspace. Turbolaser batteries focus fire on the central reservoir."<br/><br/><br/>On his scope, Kader could see the small blips of the fighters as they carried out their instructions. Then there was a massive explosion and the depot vanished from his scanner, replaced by a cloud of debris. The ship seemed to sway underneath him, and then lurched suddenly, presumably as the cruiser jumped to hyperspace.<br/><br/>Staircases were being wheeled up to the TIEs. Ackermann swung down from her fighter, stripping her helmet off and tossing it to a nearby deckhand, and snapping a crisp salute to an officer that approached her. Kader, meanwhile, was greeted by a pair of soldiers, their rifles held casually, but clearly ready to be brought to bear if the former Imperial proved difficult.<br/><br/>"Welcome back, Agent VERDICT," the officer said. "And well done. Your calculations were spot on."<br/><br/>"Thank you sir," Ackermann replied, her voice brisk and formal.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, one of the soldiers approached Kader. "Sir, please turn over any weapons on your person and come with us,"  he said, holding out a hand for Kader's blaster. The showed him down the tight corridors of the cruiser, to a stark-looking room  furnished only with two chairs and a table. Motioning for Kader to sit, they took posts on either side of the door, faces impassive. They waited in silence for quite some time. Half an hour? An hour? It was hard to tell.<br/><br/>Finally, the door opened, and the officer from the hangar entered, holding a data pad in one hand and thumbing a thick brown moustache with the other.<br/><br/>"Airman Kader Andromias?" the officer asked, reading off the file. He looked up, stern expression softening into something more affable and casual.  "I apologize for the delay. Protocols require us to detain you until you've undergone a thorough debriefing. My name is Major Harkon, with Alliance Intelligence. Can I get you anything before we begin?" The Major motioned for one of the guards to fetch some simple refreshments, before continuing. "Now, I'd like to ask you some questions about you, your service history, and your role in Agent VERDICT's mission. What happens next is largely up to you, but having read your file I can assure you that you'd be quite welcome in the Rebel Alliance. Many of our pilots have a history quite similar to your own. You'd fit right in."<br/><br/>The Major set down the datapad, face down, and rested his arms on the table. "Now I'd like you to tell me a little bit about your time in the Empire. Training, postings, notable missions, you know the drill. Everything leading up the big question: how long have you been thinking about deserting the Empire?"