Zoron had to stifle a laugh. “These blasted shuttle pilots, Howie? You do realize what chair you’re sitting in, right?” Zoron gestured to Howlader’s position in the cockpit, in the pilot’s seat.
“Oh. Well, that’s not what you want. Ah well, as you say, any landing you can walk away from!” With that, Howlader was out the door of the cockpit,
Zoron shook his head and followed. “Captain, get your troops armoured up. Make sure we have enough breaching tools and explosives to get through that structure’s walls.”
“In 3, 2, 1. Mark!” Breaching charges set on the exterior wall of the structure detonated in sequence, cutting a ragged hole in the ferrocrete.
“Move, move, move!” The Darkfire troopers flooded in through the gap and quickly established a beachhead.
A chorus of voices sounded across the secure comm channel. All echoed,“No movement.” Zoron and Howlader stepped through the gap and scanned around, finding much of the same.
Howlader scratched at his beard and pondered the situation. “The intelligence reports did say that there was something here, right? A spymaster? Attacks on Karufr?”
“Yeah, they sure did.” Zoron looked around again. “What’s that on the wall?” He walked over and brushed off a light layer of dust from some symbols. One was very clearly the outline of a human. The other was a single line.
“What do you think, Howie? Which way?”
“Well, if I were to hanker a guess - the Sith that constructed this facility did not want outsiders finding its secrets, so they would obviously set a trap.” Howlader pondered the situation for another moment: “but they would also be smart enough to know that their opponents would be aware of the trap…”
Howlader went silent for what seemed (to Zoron and the Darkfire members) to be an eternity. Then he just started walking in the direction that the single line was showing. Zoron and the other members the team traded confused looks and shoulder shrugs, and then followed Howlader down the corridor.
After several moments of uneventful walking, the team came across a relatively large room, with vaulted ceilings, and a single pedestal in the centre. On the pedestal sat a dramatically oversized lightsaber hilt, by both length and width. Howlader recognized it as the one described in the intelligence report.
“Huh. How about that,” Howlader commented aloud, “Anan’s intelligence goons were right for a change.”
“Oh, I get it now! The symbols,” Zoron said excitedly, “you know, the ones back at the entrance. A single line for the lightsaber. I bet the other direction was for that weird armour they talked about in the report too!”