Captain Sloane cut the transmission with Formos. She hated speaking to that Sergeant, and she hated him more for what he had just told her. The Heart of Corellia had been released from impound, and she had reason to believe that Sergeant Garnis had been bribed to make it happen. Though he assured her that the crew had stated an intention to make directly for Kessel, to turn in a bounty, a quick comm to the station commander there had made it clear that no such journey had been taken.
Sloane tapped her fingers together. How were these things connected? A group of criminals – tied together in ways she couldn’t begin to imagine – and a Bothan with no real record or past, passing through the system she was blockading just as the Rebellion struck out against the Empire and killed the Grand Moff. Could they be connected? Could these be rebel agents? She didn’t know, and it vexed her to no end.
If she acted, and there was no connection, she would be chastised for the misuse of her Star Destroyer to chase down common criminals, but at least she could exaggerate their crimes to High Command. If she didn’t act, and there was a connection… she thought for a moment of the horrors that the Emperor’s enforcer, Darth Vader, might impose on her, and shuddered.
“Orders, Captain?” her second in command asked, noticing her in thought. “Are we going to pursue the criminals? Perhaps they went after the other bounty, the one offered by the Hutts?”
Sloane raised an eyebrow at the news. The Hutts. Maybe there was a better solution. “No, Commander,” she said, calmly. “To catch criminals hiding in a den of thieves, it is better to use thieves.” She turned to her comm officer.
“Get me a connection with the planet Rodia.”