Golden Age of the Republic: Hidden Truths/Part 5

Mally, Eriadu City Naval Base
Walking down the port-side boarding ramp, Evening Delwynn brushed the hair out of her eyes. The wind had suddenly picked up and it appeared that a nighttime storm was stirring around the naval base. She glanced at the sky as she walked, peering at the towering clouds which were glowing from the moonlight. She continued her steady stride, however, traversing the landing pad and walking into the sterile white corridor of the building. Seeing the storm arrive gave the agent a sense of urgency. She did not want to leave in a storm. Danstari did not have enough experience with this kind of ship, she thought, and the agent definitely did not want to let on that she could fly it. After all, it was her vessel.

Delwynn grabbed her comlink and depressed a button. "Asana," she said. "Can you spare a minute?"

"Yeah, Delwynn," the Twi'lek cheerfully said through the device.

"I need you to get Shalli and unload all the equipment from the naval base. We are leaving shortly."

"On it," Asana replied.

Clicking another button, the agent continued. "Danstari?"

There was no response.

"Lieutenant Danstari?" the agent asked with a hint of agitation.

"Sorry, boss," the lieutenant said through the comlink. "I was in the refresher."

"Did not need to know that, Danstari."

"Sorry, boss."

"Wait until I get back before we leave."

"Of course."

"Did Master Greystone tell you where we are going?"

"Denon."

"Good. Do you think you can handle this girl in a storm?"

"What do you mean, boss?"

"Look out the transparisteel when you get to the cockpit. Tell me what you think of the weather. Be honest, Danstari. If you can't handle her we'll wait."

"I'll let you know as we get closer to leaving."

Delwynn put her comlink away and continued around some corners and into the makeshift autopsy lab. The bodies were in bags with force fields holding them steady. Next to the bodies, Palt Bimwera was typing something into his datapad.

"All set, Palt?" she asked, looking at the medical examiner.

"Of course, Agent Delwynn," he replied without looking up.

"Need help moving them?" she queried.

"Sure," the medical examiner replied, putting away his datapad and smiling at the agent. "Just grab the legs."

Delwynn walked over to the corpse of Senator Regueny and started pushing it from the legs.

"Agent Delwynn," Bimwera interjected. "I meant, the legs."

"I have the legs!"

The medical examiner just shook his head and laughed. Delwynn knew exactly what he had meant, but decided to have some fun with the man. Following the medical examiner down the hall toward the landing pad with the shuttle, the agent began to think once again about how a company such as Eriadu Interstellar Enterprises could keep the information of its owner and CEO so secretive. All it said on the reports and online information as to be announced. Of course, as soon as a name is found, could the connection even be confirmed?