#covert missions

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Trust Your Feelings by Alexandr Elichev

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Elrik Vonreg's TIE Interceptor by Mariusz Gandzel

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“The plan,” Piett had said, leaning over the table as Yang slurped noodles with reckless abandon and Hatley buried her face into a nerf burger, “is to reach the Kolaris Station. It’s one of the larger Imperial transport hubs within a reasonable distance from this sector. There, my colleague will meet us. He will make certain you have a vessel, and he and I can take a shuttle back to my ship.”

“You are a captain Captain, then,” Hatley said, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “I wondered because you really seem like it. You give orders like a champ.”

“Hatley,” Yang sighed, reaching for his water glass.

“Which,” Hatley continued in a dignified voice, “is a compliment, sir.”

Piett had smiled at her a little before he had another bite of his nerf steak. “Thank you, Lieutenant,” he said simply. “Now here’s the tricky part. In order to board a public transport that services Imperial stations, one has to scan one’s code cylinder. None of you have those.”

Matt bit his lip.

“I could steal more,” Hatley stated around a ridiculously huge bite.

Piett raised an eyebrow at her.

“Thank you, Hatley,” he said, handing over another paper napkin. “But you need specific ones for this. So. I intend to bluff my way through it.”

“What do you mean, Captain?” Yang asked, sitting back contentedly, having conquered three bowls of noodles.

“Leave that to me,” Piett replied, mouth curling a little. “But you three will need to be paying close attention to play your parts. I shall do the talking and you follow my lead.”

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It's lime-flavoured.

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Darth Bane - Ancient Master by Martin de Diego Sádaba

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Quad Slam by Alexandr Elichev

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Narc - Part 1 - The Interview

I sat in the waiting area of Ft. Riley CID. If the room was supposed to intimidate you, then mission accomplished. Two very uncomfortable military issue couches to sit on were against the walls. The walls themselves were painted with a soft cream that should have helped ease the intimidation factor but failed. There was a single painting on the wall, a Remington print showing an old-time cavalry…

Narc - Part 1 - The Interview