Space... a sheet of black velvet strewn with a billion fiery gems. Hanging against this background is a small, red star, long past its glory days and well into the long slow decline which will burn up all of its remaining fuel. Desperately it seems to cling to its light and heat, in the most miserly fashion.
The few worlds which orbit it are close in, - a couple of airless, barren pebbles, and one world which shines blue and green in the dim light. That world is a gas giant, dragging a cluster of moons around its orbit. One of those moons is Alrirkr, glittering white in its cocoon of ice and gleaming whorls of cloud.
Suddenly there is a new object in the system, much smaller than most of the others.
Bold Gambit has arrived, dropping out of hyperspace and slowing rapidly, even as a quartet of fighters disengage themselves from the transport's hull and angle away, setting course for a much smaller moon whose highly eccentric orbit currently places it within twenty thousand kilometres of Alrirkr.
Their goal is to take up position close to the tiny, irregularly-shaped moon (which the pilots have dubbed "Junior") and wait for a signal that they are needed to bomb the mine. If no such signal is sent, they are to wait to escort
Bold Gambit away from Alrirkr, docking with the transport again just before she makes the jump to lightspeed.
The transport itself vectors towards the icy world where the Imperials have their mining operation...