Convoy 327 Out of Varonat

[Darth Fett]

Fett sat in the cockpit of the Plutus, checking the final nav coordinates while the stars hung motionless beyond the viewport. The twin Action V transports floated in tandem, silent in the void between systems. Ahead, the calculated hyperspace trajectory to Rhen Var shimmered faintly on the console, ready for confirmation. Most of the cargo this run consisted of power cells, structural alloys, as well as rations, standard resupply materials for the icelocked storage facility buried beneath Rhen Var’s southern cliffs.

Across the comm, O-N0’s voice clicked through from the Midas. “Secondary vessel sssstanding by. Cargo secure. Drives nomnomnoooominal.” Fett gave a short acknowledgment and reached for the throttle. Everything checked out. Two ships, one route, no escort. Just the way he preferred it. He keyed in the jump sequence, and both vessels began to spool their hyperdrives in sync, blue indicators tracing slowly across the panels.

Action V "The Plutus": 320 RU
Action V "The Midas": 320 RU

[Darth Fett]

The drives engaged with a rising whine, followed by a sharp spatial compression as the twin transports surged forward.

Stars stretched into starlines, and in an instant, the Plutus and the Midas vanished into hyperspace, leaving only faint ion trails behind.

Inside the cockpits, the vibrations leveled off as the ships stabilized within the corridor, each system humming in rhythm with the lightless tunnel of folded space.

[Darth Fett]

Fett eased back in his chair, eyes on the readouts as the Plutus held steady in the hyperspace lane. Supply crates were secure in the bay, their weight distributed with mechanical precision. He glanced once at the secondary monitor where O-N0’s telemetry from the Midas mirrored his own, perfectly aligned, no drift. Aside from the occasional low hum of the hyperdrive coils, the cabin was quiet

“Course remainsssssss ss sstable,” O-N0 reported over the comm, voice flat and unbothered. Fett keyed a brief acknowledgment and shifted his attention to the viewport. A few more jumps like this one and the Rhen Var facility itself would be stocked well enough to withstand another decade of storms.

[Darth Fett]

The transports snapped back above Rhen Var, the glare of the frozen world filling the viewport. Fett guided the Plutus into descent while O-N0’s Midas followed close behind, their drives cutting smoothly as they pierced the upper atmosphere. Snowladen winds swept across the landing platform carved into the cliffs, but both ships settled without strain, hydraulics hissing as landing struts locked into place. Another shipment delivered, clean and uneventful.