Chapter 89
elcome on board the Tychorion, admiral," Mon Mothma said, making a gentle gesture to the two men who were accompanying her, "May I introduce to you: General Crix Madine, commander of the Tychorion. Crix, admiral Jerno Thai and his co-leaders lieutenant-general Kalip Ru'ndo and colonell Valann Namaran. Amiral you know my main advisor: vice-president of the High Council: Sorjon Tiloban?"
"Please to meet you, General," The leader of the Provisional Coruscant Council said and shook hands with General Madine. The other two Imperial leaders also shook hands, before Jerno Thai turned to Mon Monthma again.
"Ma'am, we have received another disturbing message from our agent on Palomintar Four, while we were on our way to this rendez-vous."
"Let's not discuss these matters here, admiral," Mon Mothma answered and turned to Madine. "Is the meeting room ready, Crix. Have one of your men supply our guests with some food and drinks. Admiral, may I accompany you and your co-leaders to the secured meeting room on board of this ship. There we can exchange all new and old information and form a strategy to end the danger we are facing in the person of admiral Trevor Matrik."
"It's former admiral Matrik, ma'am. I have issued a official statement on Coruscant in which I inform our military staff about his relegation and dismissal from the new Provisional Coruscant Space fleet. We should have done that years ago after he disappeared during the Battle of Jakku."
They had reached the secured meeting room.
"We will provide you with a full account about what we have discovered about the whereabouts of Trevor Matrik, his desertion, the theft of two of our smaller destroyers, his lies about the accident in the Outer Rim near the Uverlik cluster and his obsession with his plan to revive the Empire. Especially this last issue worries us the most. We have provided you since our first meeting with as much information we discovered, but I'm sure there might be gaps in your knowledge."
"We will exchange information from both sides, admiral. That will make it easier to get a full view about what has happened and what needs to be done to end the occupation of the continent of Myr, the dwelling place of a tribe of prosperous Quelans. But first I want you to take some of the refreshments as a welcome drink."
Meanwhile the transport ship with Leia, Yarmod, Ian, Chati and the Grann brothers on board were on their way back to the surface of Palomintar Four. Leia sat in the pilot chair and Yarmod, Yarnick Grann were her co-pilot and navigator. Yarnick had set a course that would bring the ship at their destination, keeping the planet between them and the Tychorion. It would take a large detour through the system to reach Palomonar Four via the continent of Tyr. Leia had chosen that trajectory so their approach to Myr could be seen as a flight between the two continents.
"Any sight of an approaching space shuttle near the Tychorion?" Leia asked.
"None what so ever, Leia," Yarnick said, "We're almost out of sight of the Tychorion. If any imperial shuttle would approach the Tychorion they won't notice us."
"Fine, Yarnick, but keep your eyes open."
"We're now crossing the orbit of Palomintar Five."
"OK. Engage the hyperdrive on my mark. One, two, three!"
The transport ship disappeared, following her course to the rear side of Palomintar Four.
"Reaching the orbit of Palomintar Four in ten secs. Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. Back to sublight."
In the viewscreen the orb of Palomintar Four appeared.
"Good work, Yarnick. Yarmod, go into a steady orbit above Tyr. Keep the continent in our viewscreen. I'm going to a lower altitude."