Somewhere in Hutt Space

"Contact!"

Ben's voice carried in the still, dark interior of his Ghtroc 720, Alderaan.

"Everyone ready?"

Alderaan was parked on an asteroid in a dense but well mapped and cleared field, on the outer edges of a small, out of the way system, whose name Ben couldn't pronounce.

"Ready, Cap'n." Shuvin was quiet; an unusual thing to be sure. Even so, without the background noise of multiple systems running, her voice still seemed to carry easily. The Togruta sixteen year old (or was she seventeen now? Ben wasn't sure) wasn't a naturally quiet soul to be sure.

Ben glanced over to Cerie, the third member of Alderaan. A human woman with blonde hair and light eyes, and many talents besides.

"We've gone over the plan so many times we should be able to do this in our sleep," he said, his eyes turning back to the viewport. In the distance, a BFF-1 freighter, with four containers attached (as their informant had assured them there would be) had jumped out of hyperspace, flanked by four Z-95s (again, just as they'd been told there would be).

"But if we're turning back, now's the time to speak up."