(Shoot me first.)
Kyle sits back in his chair and sighs, then keys his comm. "Kyle Ragnor to Freighter Captain, I just experienced a 'crew malfunction' but it's under control now. My apologies. I have important information for you and I'm requesting a secure channel to give it to you. We are both in danger, and not from each other."
Right! Let's crack on with thls.
The channel is nicely secure and the ships will acknowledge you. They do vaguely know who you are- one of you came to help supervise moving the cargo out from their bays.
"Yeah, you're helping distribution with Drakkon," the comms officer says in Huttese, which you understand of course.
(They think you are mercenaries, btw, not Rebels)
"We're just getting out of here. Does Drakkon have some issue? We'd hate to lose his custom."
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All unloading is complete. The skiffs are empty, and can now return to the starport.
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Cass, your tap on the Imperial lines is not 100% perfect, being better at short range. You just picked up a command signal- the Commdore himself is contacting the surface. But you cannot make sense of the message; you are not accurate enough.
"That's fine, we just wanted you to be aware that it's probably too late. We believe that you are going to get searched. There's more going on here than we can tell you, I sure you've figured that much out for yourselves. We both have a lot to lose if the nature of your cargo is discovered. We're not asking you to run, just make sure that if and when you are boarded, the Imperials don't have any evidence to find." kyle crosses his fingers, hoping the freighter captains will cooperate. "Oh, and if you're asked about us, simply tell them we're a bunch of nuts begging you to ship some Osokan plants or something. You're not interested because we only wanted to pay half of what you asked. We're very persistant, and that part's true."
"Absolutely. Look, I'm sorry we can't be more specific, but it's for both our safety. Something big is about to go down here. Don't make yourself part of it. All I can say is that if your cargo is discovered, there won't be any more dealings with Drakkon. There likely won't be any more Drakkon to deal with. It's in your hands now, good luck."
Kyle sits back in his chair and, for the first time in many hours he realises, relaxes. Finally, something goes right for a change. He was still annoyed that the 'conversation' he'd had earlier with Arvus didn't go the way he'd planned. It didn't help that they had to leave their ambush attempt to clean this mess up. Still, this is one less thing we have to worry about.
"Well boys," Kyle finally announces aloud, "What say we get out of here and see what trouble we can get ourselves into next?"