At the end of the twelfth hour of the journey through hyperspace the Rebel felt the familiar lurch as the Handree dropped into sublight speed. Those near a viewport saw that the Handree was now drifting toward a barren world orbiting the system's sun. In the distance is a pink dot that looks like a gas giant. And then, above the ship, you notice an Imperial-class Star Destroyer closing fast.

Tera's eyes open in alarm "So...why are we not surprised there is a Star Destroyer here. If we have the codes we might be able to fake them into leaving us alone."

After their last frantic efforts to repair and regain control, Lyla didn't even get the time to relax before the Handree dropped out of hyperspace. Lyla joined Tera in running to a viewport, peering out at the system and the Imperial Star Destroyer. 'Of course there is. It was probably here waiting for us.' she reflected cynically. 'Maybe if we move all casually to Cloud City they won't think there's anything sus.'

She shouted to the ones who apparently knew how to run the ship. 'Do we have control of this ship yet?'

Nessquik was up on the bridge ready to throw into effect his plan to jam all but a few channels of civilian subspace frequencies.  His program was set to start the moment they jumped back into real space.  He had plenty of hours to write the program into the ship's communications terminal.

But when he looked out the front viewport at an Imperial Star Destroyer looming right ahead, he nearly inked himself.  He hadn't counted on an Imperial Star Destroying being there waiting.  Bespin was supposed to be a neutral star system outside of Imperial control.  There wasn't supposed to be a Star Destroyer visiting here.

Already the Star Destroyer must have noticed that The Hadree came out of Hyperspace blaring a jamming signal.  Who does that?  Pirates and Rebels.  The Imperials will likely be trying their usual hailing channels and finding them jammed.  But Nessquik couldn't take any chances.  There was still one Imperial scout running loose on their ships, or at least there was one by everyone's accounts.  And they hadn't found a transmitter.  He couldn't take any chances that the Imperial scout had hidden a transmitter and it as set to send out their report the moment they hit real space.  And their transmitter is likely sending on a loop just in case it doesn't get through on the first try.

Ness leaned over the communications console and jammed his finger down hard on one button.  He isn't deactivating his program though.  He is pressing on the ship's intercomm button.  The intercomm is hardwired throughout the ship so that jamming will not disrupt internal communications.  "Might I suggest you turn her around and run for it as fast as we can.", he says to Rynn piloting the ship from engineering.
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'No!' Lyla interjected. 'There's no way we're outrunning or outfighting a frelling Star Destroyer. This ship has the transponder codes we stole already installed. We should register as a legitimate transport. Let's just act like there's nothing wrong, nothing sus, and move calmly to Bespin. Then they should leave us alone.' Lyla moved swiftly to the communications console, hoping it still functioned. She was probably best able to pull off any deception they needed. 'If this ship gets marked as a fake, then there's no way we're breaking the Polmanar blockade.'

Tera nodded "I agree. It's the best plan. Let me talk if the Star Destroyer follows us. I used to be in the Navy and I think I can spin a tall enough tale that the Captain will leave us alone, but we'll need the code cylinder and T3 nearby." Tera chewed her lip, it was mad enough to work, but it would only ever work once.

Ness made a grumbling sound in the back of his throat.  Neither option of running or talking sounded like a sure thing to him.  Fighting though wasn't an option, and that is what would happen if either for the first two failed.  "Well, alright, if you've got Imperial transponder codes, then I guess it's worth a shot.  You'll have to explain the jamming signal we're blaring.  Call it a malfunction that we're working to fix.  I'll see about opening a hailing frequency on an Imperial channel while keeping the other frequencies blocked."

He then looks to the readouts on the communications channel.  There are a number of frequencies that the Empire uses to hail their own ships.  He currently has them all jammed.  He will have to reduce the amount of jamming on one of them so that they can hail the other ship.  And do it right quick before the Star Destroyer opens fire.

He selects an Imperial hailing frequency to unjam.  He then turns the dial, reducing but not eliminating the jamming on that frequency.  That way they can communicate, but it will be staticy.

Lyla stepped back, letting Tera at the console. 'All yours. Good luck.' she wished her, then called out 'T3-M8! Come in here!'

'As for the jamming signal... Tell them we're got a virus. If we take it down, they they'll receive a flood of tail-enlargement spam and Rodian 419 scams. No one on Cloud City will want that.'

"Let me improvise Lyla." Tera said "I'm at my best when I need to come up with things on the spot." she smiled "Have faith in me"

Frowning, Lyla thought for a moment. 'You know what, I think I do. Stay cool, sis.' she ended with a trusting smile. After all they'd come through recently, she did trust Tera. And she trusted so few people.
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Klyn stayed near engineering in case they needed to boost some systems of the ship.

He also did his best to allow communication with the droids and checked again the redirection of the flying console.

The rest was in the hand of their 'diplomats'...  and they would need a big share of luck too.

Rynn's heart pounded as the star destroyer appeared before them. He was about to power up the thrusters when Lyla wisely advised against it. He kept the ship on the course, counting the seconds until they passed by the Imperial ship.


He glanced back the Terra, who suddenly had ALOT of weight on her shoulders, and was glad it was her and not himself. He was happy to fly... though he wished he have time to put the ship through its paces before a situation like this so he knew what the ship could do if needed to.

"If Lyla has faith I guess I do too." He said, only half believing it.

Trusting in the Rebel spies that had obtained the transponder codes the Rebels began to nonchalantly fly the Handree passed the Imperial-class Star Destroyer. The Imperial-class Star Destroyers had been a mainstay of the Republic Navy but was now an iconic warship of Empire. The warship was gigantic and would have on board a full legion of stormtroopers and TIE fighters.

As the Handree flew closer the communications systems alerted the crew that they were being hailed'Starship Handree this is the Desolator. State your destination and purpose' as the warship awaited a reply it continued to close the gap between them.

Tera went to the comms console. "This is the Handree, bound for Bespin. We're here for speculative trade with Bespin, while our engineer decides if our technical issues require a stop somewhere closer to the interior." Tera said.

Lyla, for one, trusted the Rebel spies who had obtained the transponder codes because, after all, she'd been one of them. She and Klyn were all who remained of the original team, the rest scattered or bailed, which she found sad. This was the first opportunity to test those codes. After all this time, cost, fuss, and fighting, they better bloody work.

So, with the greatest stake in this, Lyla waited anxiously for a reply, to hear how well Tera played the Imperials or if they'd be forced to run for their lives again.

The Desolator continued to close the gap as it drew closer to the Handree. Across the comlink the Imperial officer replied to Tera "Handree continue on your present course" no alarms were raised or TIE fighters unleashed by the Imperial wing commander.

Tera acknowledged receipt of the order. "Well....they're following us for now. I think we might need to see what we can do to get this beast out of here, without spinning up the engines or anything else that might be interpreted as hostile."

"And now we wait for them to verify our story with Imperial High Command.", cautions Ness over the ship's wired intercom.  "Let's just hope the HoloNet connection out here is really bad.  I doubt the ECM on this ship is powerful enough to jam a Star Destroyer's communications.  Our little problem for them is likely nothing more than a nuisance.  It does tell us one thing.  Our guests knew there would be a Star Destroyer here."
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Lyla didn't relax. 'They're still tail-gating us, and pretty much told us not to go far, so we're not off the hook yet. But maybe that's standard procedure.' she tried to shrug off the suspicion that the Imperials were trying to trick them. They didn't have the wit.

'The Wanderer might have passed through Bespin before coming to Isis.' she suggested to Nessquik.

'Still, we're going to have to stop off at Bespin for a while, to make good on our claims. Maybe we should dock at Cloud City, make repairs, do a little duty-free shopping. Cloud City's supposed to have some nice resorts and casinos.' the twi'lek suggested, trying to look on the bright side. Well, while they were here...

"You want to land?!?" Rynn exclaimed, looking at Lyla. "We should just fly to the far side of the planet... maybe they won't follow that far..."

He sighed, not liking the way things were working out. "Either way, we shouldn't land. That  would the Imps a change to escape... then where would we be? Oh frek... did we disable the escape pods? Wouldn't that be something? To see one of those things floating toward the destroyer?" He said with a chuckle.

"I don't think we have a choice.", replies Nessquik over the ship's wired intercomm from the bridge.  "Our doctor told them we're here to discuss trade with Bespin, and to try to sort out our technical issues.  That Star Destroyer is now expecting to see us land at Cloud City.  It's the only settlement in this system.  Running to the far side of the planet would make us look more like pirates trying to hide.  And hiding would be a bad idea.  We would have to go pretty deep into the planet's atmosphere to escape their sensors.  But the Bespin gas giant is rich in Tibana.  Their Turbolasers can ignite clouds of gas.  It would be like trying to hide in a minefield.  No.  Our only other option is to try to go to Hyperspace now."

Lyla raised her hands. 'Okay, okay, let's just orbit the gas giant. Most speculative trade will be done online, before ever meeting to make a deal. And we'd look like we really were dealing with technical issues — which we would be, in fact.' So, no shopping, no resort relaxation for her. When was the last time she had a bath anyway?

Kly nodded his agreement as the discussion progressed - despite the fact they couldn't see him in engineering.

"If you need us to 'fake' some technical difficulties, just ask.  But we have a hole near the hull, no more light speed and quite a few minor related trouble."

Nessquik looked again at the camera feeds showing the Star Destroyer.  It did seem to be following awfully close.  Hopefully they were just concerned that the Hadree would need to be picked up in their hanger for repairs.  But then he remembered that there is still one Imperial loose on the gunship.  And that person could be doing anything to get his message out.  Ness had thought of communications, but there was a less technologically advanced way of communications that he hadn't thought of before.

So Lyla wants it to look like the ship is having technical issues?  And Ness wants to black out all means of communications.  He doesn't even check the Power Distribution panel to see if what he suspects is being done by looking for power fluxuations.  When he rushes over to the Power Distribution panel, he immediately shuts off power to the exterior running lights.  Let's see that Imperial scout send a message in Morse Code when there's a blackout on the running lights.  And to the following Star Destroyer, that will further make it appear that they are having electrical issues and they are trying to reroute power to get essential systems functioning properly again.