Star Wars: Nark Malcom

Chapter 8

The Asgard System was silent. The beautiful ships that flew through the sky were not there. The golden palace that shunned in the sun, dirty and burnt. A large separatist ship sat in the planet's orbit watching ships go in and out. Gerfar's ship made a slow approach to the planet, Nark and Thorla sitting in the cockpit with him. The three saw the large donut shaped ship sit in space disabling any movement amongst the system. The disguised shuttle approached it more slower as it got closer. "Why're you flying so slow?" Nark asked.

"Just flying casual." Gerfar replied with a laugh. Nark and Thorla looked at one another confused then looked back out the window seeing the planet slowly get closer. A loud beeping broke the silence of the dark cockpit. A small red flash going off. Gerfar extended his hand to it and pressed it. "Yes?" He asked.

"Hello supply shuttle, we just need a code and you'll be all set to land." A man said.

"Transmitting." Gerfar replied removing his finger and putting a small stick into an input by the transmitter.

"What're you doing?" Thorla asked.

"Sending a virus that'll okay any code, the virus being a code." Gerfar said with a guilty smile.

"Where'd you get that?" Nark asked.

"My buddy." Gerfar replied. Soon the beeping started again, Gerfar pressing it quickly. "Yes?" He asked.

"You're all clear to land. The supply depot by the palace is waiting." The man replied.

"Copy that." Gerfar answered. He removed his finger from the button and smiled. As soon as the signal was dead he started laughing.

"Damn you're a good actor." Nark said. "Maybe I'll get you in my next promo." He chuckled.

"Why do you need a promo?" Thorla asked.

"What?" Nark asked confused.

"You said you're so famous in the fighter media that you shouldn't require a promo." Thorla said.

"Well you see—"

"You must not be famous if you need to promote." Thorla said.

"Okay someone hold me back." Nark said.

"Like you could hurt me." Thorla laughed. Nark shot her a dirty glare then heard the door open. Torver walked in and looked at the three.

"So, are we landing near the palace?" He asked. "Sledge wants to know so we can plan accordingly." The Jedi added.

"Yes." Thorla answered.

"You look unhappy Nark." Torver noticed.

"It's nothing." Nark replied. Gerfar broke out laughing as he sped the ship up to get to the planet faster. Soon the ship arrived and the group saw a large ship with a missile being loaded into it. Everyone's eyes widened at the sight. "That doesn't look pretty." Nark stuttered.

"That's a big bomb." Torver said.

"That'd be a C-I Ten Breacher Class ship." Gerfar said. "They're famous for their use during the Davol Civil War. Drone or manual piloting, depends on how extreme the leadership the ship is under is." The pilot explained. "My bet...going for the capital." Gerfar assumed.

"We all agree on destroying that, right?" Nark asked.

"I could figure out a way." Gerfar replied.

"This system was so nice till these people showed up." Thorla muttered. "Now it's a bomb factory?" She asked unamused.

"Definitely a radical side to the confederacy." Torver pointed out.