Radio Chatter: Von veesha is *muffled sounds* Approaching the meeting point now.
About this creation
Von veesha: This is von veesha to base. I've landed. I'll be going silent for a few minutes. I'll have the information by then.
Base: Ok, broadcast it to us when you have the package. Out.
Von veesha: Are you the contact?
Person: Yep, I won't disclose my real name so call me max. Follow me.
Max: Leave your weapons here. It's a sign of trust.
They put their weapons in crates.
Von veesha: So lets have the information.
Max: Here it is.
The hologram flickers into life.
Von veesha: Then I'll just take...
Max: Not so fast, I need 200,000 creds first.
Von veesha: The separatist alliance has paid you 300,000 creds already!
Max: I need more cash!
Von veesha: We'll pay you later.
Von veesha: Thanks,
Ben: Hold it right there.
Von veesha: Glad I always carry an extra weapon.
Rachel: Look out!
Ben: Rachel no! Argh.
Max: Oh no. Ert erta ar!
Von veesha: I have the package base, I'm off!
Rachel: I'm not gonna make it.
Ben: You'll be fine I promise you.
Ben: Where getting off this dreary rock.
A medical bay, 5 hours later.
Ben: Are you ok?
Volt: Are you hurt?
Niner: How long until you're back on the front lines, general?
Rachel: I'll live. I'll be back on my feet in a day or two.
Volt: That's lucky.
Rachel: Tell me about it. The shot was 2 mm form my heart.
Michelle Tremarn: Hi, I've been looking after rachel.
Niner: Who are you?
Michelle: Michelle Tremarn.