I am telling you something is funny about this mission Radiate, said Kiltorsssk as he cross checked his armor once again. Radiate was an affectionate term R8-88’s master had come to call him after many years of service.
R8-88 knew all too well about the difficulties his master had overcome both because he was a Wookiee, and a Jedi. His master had won R8-88 from a despicable human trader on a nameless world in the far outer rim. In time, R8-88 learned that while his new master didn’t gamble much he did certainly seem to be good at it when he did. He was a remarkably lucky Wookiee, and games of chance seemed to stalk him. Indeed his master’s life as a Jedi constantly seemed to test the Wookiee’s odds.
For the most part R8-88 had been tasked with serving as a go-between, often conducting business when his masters presence would have affected the outcome of a transaction.
Wookiees could be very intimidating to other species R8-88 had learned.
He had also learned to work very well with his masters other droid which was primarily a translation device worn to help others understand his masters speech. It was called T-6796, and though it could communicate and translate exceedingly well it had very limited additional functions. R8-88 established a secure encrypted connection to T-6796 as a way to communicate with his master from a distance. It also allowed R8-88 to locate his master at any given time and vice versa. Though the connection had a limited range (roughly 1 mile) the connection could be extended to work at a much greater range by R8-88 which had proved effective for ship to planet communications etc. However communicating over such a great distance required R8-88 to reroute his processing powers to the point he could effectively do nothing else when communicating in such a matter.
R8-88 had often assisted in gathering information and transmitting coded messages to a myriad of individuals who wished for their conversations to remain hidden. Indeed many of those messages had been sent to his masters Jedi friend Jal-Zanos. While the two didn’t communicate all that often, when they did it was almost always for matters very important to the cause of aiding the Jedi Order.
I know it’s important otherwise Master Zanos wouldn’t have insisted on sending me, Kiltorsssk continued. He stopped then and seemed to sense something far away. The force wants me to go. He closed his eyes and drifted for a moment. His thoughts were obviously elsewhere. After a moment he opened his eyes and turned his head to face the droid. When his gaze fell on Radiate, his thoughts again seemed to solidify. And so I shall, Kiltorsssk continued as he again turned to size up his armor.
Still, it will be very dangerous for me to put myself on board a private vessel without much means of escape. If anything goes wrong and I am somehow discovered as a Jedi it could risk not only the mission, but my life as well.
Kiltorsssk shook his head. He knew what Master Jal would say if he were here to add to the conversation. Certain dangers are necessary and we cannot shy away from events in the galaxy if we hope to defeat the Sith and restore our order to even a semblance of its former self. After all, if the Jedi don’t fight the Sith, who would? And what would that mean for the citizenry of the galaxy at large – to be ruled by the Sith? Kiltorsssk knew the history well – his master had assured his then padawan learned as much Jedi and Sith history as was possible during his years of training. Current circumstances demanded action by the Jedi – whoever, and wherever they were.
When he had completed the inspection of his armor Kiltorsssk turned to face Radiate directly. He knelt down as he often did to speak with his constant companion. Even kneeling Kiltorsssk still towered above the astromech droid. From this close he could see the burn marks from the blaster fire that had ricocheted of his rounded dome in a fire fight Kiltorsssk had been involved in some months ago. The damage was so minor it hadn’t needed any kind of immediate repair. It leant certain flair to his droid. This one has been through some real danger, he though briefly. Kiltorsssk was glad to have Radiate. The life of a Jedi these days could be exceedingly lonely and his droid friend helped in those times.
Radiate, I want you to board the ship with me, but stay away. R8-88 beeped an alarming series of tones and pulses. You know you are my friend Radiate. It’s not about that. You can’t be near me because I don’t want you to be associated with me in case I get into any danger. I’ll need you to gather information about the ship, and identify a means of escape in case it is needed. Kiltorsssk smiled as he began to stand again – still staring at Radiate. This may be a pleasure cruise buddy, but we are there to work.
Also, once I meet my contact, I’ll want you to research him and his associates. There are already too many unknowns about this mission and I want to do whatever we can to avoid as many surprises as possible. R8-88 responded with a series of beeps that signaled obvious understanding. R8-88 had proven to be very resourceful in the past and liked that his master had entrusted him with such important tasks.
A few hours later a lone Wookiee clad in battle armor strode aboard the Alderaan Star, discretely followed by an old astromech droid that could easily have been considered the property of any number of passengers boarding at that time. Once on board, the two split and went in opposite directions keeping in constant communication via the secure connection between R8-88 and T-6796. Kiltorsssk made his way to meet with his contact; while Radiate began preparing a method of escape should his master require it.