“Contact on sensors, bearing three-five-two, angle two-seven!” shouted Sensors Officer Talrun from the pit, catching the immediate attention of his pit leader and the rest of the bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer Interrogator. Immediately, the crew began to scurry, analyzing this new contact to see what had appeared on sensors.
One officer not concerned was Captain Rae Sloane. “Very well, Lieutenant,” she dryly noted, taking a look at the YT-1300 freighter filling her holovid. “Bring us about and contact the freighter. Hold all fighters in their bays; I don’t think we’ll need them today.”
It had been a quiet patrol, but a necessary one. With the lost of the Death Star and Grand Moff Tarken, Sloane – one of the few people in the Empire who truly knew what the Rebellion had just destroyed – was as eager as anyone to find the perpetrators and bring them to justice. Unfortunately, she equally knew that, popular though they were, the trade routes through Fornos were unlikely to be where the Rebels would flee. Nevertheless, she understood that all avenues of escape had to be watched.
“Approaching freighter, this is the ISD Interrogator. Please transmit your identification and manifest and come alongside.” The cool, crisp voice of her comms officer brought her out of her momentary reverie, and she watched the freighter react to the news. Her holovid updated happily – “Heart of Corellia out of Teth, carrying water for sale.”
“Direct the freighter to the surface and let the authorities there interrogate them,” she said. “I don’t think this is who we’re looking for, but they should be able to handle it.”
She turned her attention back to the sensors grid and frowned. Where are you, Luke Skywalker… where are you…