<strong>Name</strong>: Commander Rixx, Captain Nunq, New Republic personnel<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Indellian system, New Republic repair & supply ship Indata, conference room<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Day 1, noon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone<br/><hr/>"Oh you just fly the usual trade routes, up the Corellian Spine to MT-3 and from there to Demawand, I'd say. There's enough legitimate traffic along the Spine that not every ship coming from the Outer Rim will automatically raise any alarm bells of possible New Republic connections. Besides, the Imperial Customs Office still runs as always. The Emperor may be dead, but a lot of the imperial government departments keep running on sheer bureaucratic inertia. Someone could find out your usual area of operations by just looking up records of your more legitimate activities and begin to wonder why you made a detour, if you came at Vandor from the other direction."<br/><br/>The Commander ran a hand over his hair and rested it in his neck. "I'm sure we'll move out soon enough, but if you must make contact with the New Republic, go through Mr. Konnar on Demawand. He may also know a few options for repairs and resupply. It's not like we have a network of agents or supply caches in the sector, but there might be a few people sympathetic to our cause who can assist you. But if you really must leave the sector, do it. You are no good to us if your ship begins falling around you."