Log Date: 8/21/98 Log Cast: Tarroc D'agor, Han Solo Log Intro: [Note: This log takes place immediately after trinket.txt.] It's Han Solo's off-duty hours, in local time on Sluis Van, and as of a little while ago he'd been having a strange encounter in the Hyperdrive Motivator with an apparently mute young woman by the name of Trinket. Bemused by the girl's apparent childlike innocence, _and_ her offering him apparently purloined parts of a hyperdrive system, the Corellian General has been oddly jarred by the arrival of an anxious tech bringing him an urgent, Priority One message. He's accompanied the technician back to the base, only to find a request waiting for him to call Commodore Tarroc D'agor over the HoloNet systems.... ---------- Attempting Connection to "03-00-02"... .. Connection established. Tarroc appears in the display. Tarroc smiles fractionally and greets the other with a nod, "Thank you for your promptness General, I couldn't have sent my message too long ago." He seems genuine in this statement.(speaking in Basic) Solo's slightly tired, but entirely alert lean face and frame come into being in the holo display, and he states with polite enough levelness, "I just got it five minutes ago, after getting the first one via technician. What's on your mind, Commodore?" Tarroc glances aside, consulting someone who is not visible in the holonet terminal. From the sounds in the background, he seems to be in some kind of military installation -- listening to the echos, one would think it's in an enclosed space, perhaps a cave. "This is secured, right?" the Commodore asks, then nods and looks back to Han. "General, Council Leader Mon Mothma and myself met with some representatives of the Griffons yesterday. We are planning an offensive to retake the Pride-1 system." (speaking in Basic) Tarroc is, by and large, extremely blunt.(speaking in Basic) "Closed channel, and I threw everybody out of the room," Solo replies calmly. He then straightens ever so slightly at the news. There's no surprise to his expression, but there is expectancy, and a keen glitter coming into his hazel eyes. "'Bout time. Where do you need us?" Han Solo, too, is a blunt man. Tarroc rubs his chin for a few seconds. He speaks somewhat quietly, as if the information may not be for all ears around him, "Well, at the moment, we're just in planning stages. I'd prefer if you didn't even let your command staff in on this yet -- we're going to need the element of surprise. I'd like you to come to Caspar, however, if you can." (speaking in Basic) If Solo is disappointed to hear of no concrete plans being laid down as of yet, he hides it very well. He merely nods his dark head, and replies low and clear, "I'll need transport. My ship's there with you. But I'll get an unmarked ship and spread appropriate word." Tarroc shakes his head slightly -- he isn't sure whether Han is going to like this or not, "General, I've already arranged for your egress. The star cruiser Alderaan is in orbit of Sluis Van. We couldn't spare any ships for escort duty -- that's all we had. She has an x1 hyperdrive, one of the fastest in the fleet." (speaking in Basic) At this, the Corellian blinks. But his composure holds, and all that this solicits is a slight raising of his eyebrows. "A little rushed, then," he says, ever so faintly wry. "Are we talking egress on the order of oh, say, now?" Tarroc gives a succinct nod, "Preferably." He too would like to see the planning happen -- and definitely sooner then later.(speaking in Basic) Solo cracks a slight crooked grin. "Give me five minutes to grab my toothbrush and I'll be on the landing pad. Do you have a cover story arranged for my staff and Calrissian too, or shall I just tell 'em I'm gonna go smooch my wife?" His expression is perfectly bland. Knowing Solo, he might do exactly that. Tarroc blinks once, then again. "Uh... hmm." He grasps his elbow in one hand, resting his chin in the opposite hand for a moment. "I know Lando well enough to know he'd figure something wasn't right if you were taking a Star Cruiser off to see your wife." He snaps his finger, "Round up a few squads of your marines to bring along. We actually need some more for security on Home One, lots of diplomats to guard..." (speaking in Basic) In steady agreement, Solo nods his head, once. "Done. They're getting itchy, and it'll do 'em good to have something to do. It'll take the _Alderaan_ longer to get back, though, if you're gonna pick up more than just me." Tarroc considers this, then dismisses it as a minor inconvenience, "It's better to avoid suspicion then to shave a little time off your ETA, I'd think." (speaking in Basic) "Alright. I can get you three squads by morning local time if you want 'em up there and not on alert. Anything else?" Solo's terse, but without his usual sardonic edge -- a practiced eye might suspect a certain boredom is lifting from his shoulders. Tarroc shakes his head, "No, that ought to be sufficient. Just make sure it's abundantly clear to your people that there isn't any fighting going on -- wouldn't want them to get jealous. Just tell them the diplomats thought our security measures were a little too light, or something. I'm sure you'll figure it out." Tarroc chuckles politely.(speaking in Basic) At this, Han does smirk. "We'll be real quiet-like," he drawls, but not unkindly. "They'll be briefed. And we'll be ready." Tarroc nods again, briefly, and flicks off a two-fingered spacer's salute. "Clear skies, General." Tarroc says, then nods off-camera. His image dissappears a second later.(speaking in Basic) The salute is returned, and with that, Solo's image winks out. << END OF TRANSMISSION >> [End log.]