[Episode V - IR][M10 - Sarapin - PK] Hauling Gas

The ensign was nervous, "you're sure it safe?" but the lieutenant at the command station scoffed, "lesser pilots than us do these runs all the time." The PL-800 wasn't flying with Imperial signatures, which would make the transit from Sarapin to Reytha easier, but the crew was nervous hauling such a big canister of the volatile fuel.

They approached the filling station where the massive canister sat dangerously close to the molten lava river, the rock around it corroded into glowing cracks, "this can't be safe." the ensign said under his breath.

"Enough, we will be fine." the lieutenant dismissed him, while calibrating the tractor beams to carefully lift the canister into the attachment clamps.

The bridge fell silent as the canister slowly lifted and the attachment clamps locked it in place below the transport. They were bound for Reytha, intending to drop the canister off the coast of Yeere, aiming to sabotage the fishing industries before the New Republic can repel Essada's forces.