Part 19 - The Belly of the Beast
Rhijans gave the quiet snort that passed for a chuckle from him. "Of course he's putting on a show. That was the whole idea...come out if hyperspace looking damaged, gives us an innocuous reason to be here and we're no threat. If the Empire had any idea, for even the slightest moment, that we presented any threat at all, they'd just vaporize us and be done with it...they've got multiple high-profile prisoners, they can afford to be a little extra callous. As it is, we're relying heavily on their overblown sense of superior force, because who would know if they just blew us up instead of investigating our arrival?"
The words were detached, clinical...he might as well be discussing the proper way to insert a fresh power pack in a blaster, for all the concern that was discernible. He took a deep breath, and let it out in an extended sigh of...boredom? resignation? it was impossible to know for certain.
"As for what we've encountered, I'd warrant that we initially had one of the smaller picket ships detect us tumbling out of hyperspace...assuming they're on high alert and have pretty much the entire system under active sensor surveillance. Fly-by of two or three fighters to visually confirm that we are, in fact, a ship out of control, rather than an anomalous piece of debris. Picket ship intercepts us, Jalt gives them his story, that captain isn't sure how to proceed because his orders only concern dealing with attacking Rebel ships, so he sends word up the line. A larger ship...likely a frigate...moves to verify the story--better sensors, more experienced crew. His ship likely isn't equipped to take in damaged vessels this size, so he sends the call up the line..."
He shrugged, even though no one could see it. "The fact that we're still talking about it is a good sign...if they were going to shoot us out of hand, we'd already be dead, unless we miraculously popped out in a sensor-free zone and they haven't seen us yet...in which case, there's a chance that when they do find us, they'll shoot first because they find our presence suspicious." Again, the words were coldly analytical. "Our chances improve if Jalt dropped out of hyperspace with a distress beacon going...I assume he did, he'd already thought of enough other factors that the beacon would be too obvious to overlook."
Again, the invisible shrug. "Who's looking us over is largely academic. The important thing is that they're looking, and presumably talking, rather than just opening fire." Any note of hopeful optimism that might have been present in that statement vanished in his pragmatic addition--"Until we're on board one of the Imperial ships, though, anything is possible."
For whatever reason, he sounded oblivious to the fact that he'd probably said more at one time, in that quiet little dark hiding hole, than he'd said aloud at once in the entire time their team had been working together. Whether it was familiarity and trust, or boredom, or just feeling safely anonymous in the blackness was impossible to say.