[EpII - M10 - Kuat - NR3F] Mice & 8-Tracks

Klaxons wailed as the shipyard ring shook. The New Republic and Central Authority fleets weren't really trying to damage the ring, but they were throwing titanic volumes of ordnance at each other, and some of it missed.

Commander Hastle tapped his foot as the terminal slowly wrote reams of data from the mainframe to a cassette. Finally, it ejected the innocuous tape.

He took it and carefully placed it in the cargo box of a waiting MSE-6, along with one of his code cylinders.

"Take these to docking bay Aurek-Niner-Niner. There's a TIE Scout waiting there. Give them to the pilot."