With the shipment of weapons intact, I lifted off and headed for orbit. I plotted a course towards the middle of empty space, just in case someone on Corellia was going to try to track me based on my hyperspace vector. After about a half hour, I dropped out of hyperspace and jumped right back in, this time towards Virgillia 7.
The trip gave me a chance to continue evaluating the armor I had cobbled together. During the attack, I was able to get a feel for it. Where it felt all right, and where it needed to feel better. I found a couple spots where I needed to remove small pieces of armor to increase my mobility.
I had no idea what I should expect when I arrived, so I decided I better arm myself to the teeth. After putting on all the armor, I grabbed the vest and side holster again. I then improvised a makeshift shoulder strap for the E-11 blaster.
I still had more than an hour in hyperspace and I wanted to get a quick nap, but I was just too edgy about the mission for it. What if Virgillia 7 had too many Imperials around it when I arrived? What if the Virgillians I meet are really on the side of the Aristocracy? What if, what if, what if? A million things could still go wrong. I spent the rest of the trip trying to put the negative thoughts out of my head so that if something did go wrong, I could at least keep relatively calm about it.
When I dropped out of hyperspace, I did a quick check of the sensors. There didn’t appear to be anything waiting for us. I paused there in space for a few minutes, continuing to pour over the sensor data. Still nothing.
Somewhat reassured, I continued on with the mission. I began to circle Virgillia 7, keeping my eyes on the scanners, hoping not to learn that an Imperial Star Destroyer had been hiding on the opposite side of the planet. I slowly descended through the atmosphere, having little difficulty finding the landing coordinates I had been given on Alderaan.
It was dark on this particular part of the planet. The land was grassy, with very few structures, comparable to the United States Midwest. I suppose this could be the breadbasket area of the planet. Upon landing, I grabbed a military-styled, angle-head flashlight, sticking it in one of the pockets of the vest. I took the E-11 blaster off my shoulder, and prepared for a fight. I walked towards the ramp of the ship and lowered the ramp. I could hear voices as the opening grew. They didn’t have the modified tambour of a stormtrooper, so if these were enemies, they were local, or just not dressed like stormtroopers.
I slowly walked down the ramp. I could see there were a number of human/humanoids waiting for me. As I continued I could see that most of them had weapons drawn. If these were not the people I was there to see, I was dead, even if they were all blind. The thought of a fish and a barrel crossed my mind.
I decided it was best if I lowered my own weapon. Then I said in a fairly loud voice, “I come with gifts for the Virgillian Free Alignment.” These guys better understand basic.
Some of the Virgillians lowered their weapons, but only so they could come forward and disarm me. I couldn’t blame them for not trusting me. I was then marched off away from my ship. We walked for 10 minutes, give or take, to a small house with 2 guards on either side of the door. I was taken inside, where I was met by a man, sitting at a small table, eating.
“Sit. My men say you have something for the Virgillian Free Alignment. What exactly would you happen to have?”
I looked around the home. The Free Alignment’s opposition was an aristocracy class. No aristocrat would live like this.
“200 Blastech DH-17 blasters, plus battery packs and Tibanna Gas refills for each one, to help in your efforts against the Virgillian Aristocracy. They are a gift from the rebellion against the Empire.” I answered. “I also have ordered to transport a number of Free Alignment members to Virgillia Prime.”
The man thought for a second, then started to chuckle.
“You are a bold man. I saw the look on your face as you were brought in. You did not know what to expect, yet you still told the truth of your mission. I am in charge of Virgillia 7’s resistance cells and your shipment was expected. Within the next hour, we shall unload the weapons and load our men on board your ship. You should leave immediately after, so that you can make it to the Virgillia Prime landing coordinates while it is still dark.”
I was released quickly, with my weapons returned to me shortly thereafter.
And that's what I have up to now.