He and his brother, Wes, had recently bought a beat-up Corellian YT-1300 freighter named Tough Luck. It had a very cranky hyperdrive, and the hull needed some serious work. That wasn�t what he was worried about, though. The choice he was really worried about was their choice to up and join the Rebels. He knew it was the right choice, but with all of the Imperial loyalists on Taanab, he was a little worried about discovery.
Wes didn�t seem worried, but Andrew could somehow feel that he was as worried about discovery as he was. They didn�t say much to each other as they fixed up the Tough Luck, but there was a tense air about the both of them. When they finished, Wes was the first to speak up.
�Well, you gotta admit, it looks better than it did,� he remarked.
�You have a point there, bro.� Andrew replied.
The hull was now relatively cleaned and repaired, and there was a new coat of black paint on it. It did seem to look better.
�Well, shall we?� Andrew asked, pointing to their bags.
�Sure, why not?� Wes replied.
Andrew was tall, had dark brown hair that most people seemed to think was brown, and was pretty muscular. He wore two Bryar blaster pistols, both in cross-draw holsters. He was extremely quick on the draw, and had proved it, several times.
Wes was also tall and muscular, and had jet black hair that was styled in a buzz cut. He wore a DL-44 blaster on his hip, and wore some ammo packs on his belt.
In about five minutes, they had loaded their luggage into the cargo compartment, and had done all pre-flight checks. They entered hyperspace about fifteen minutes later, and both were silent.
* * *
Maybe six hours later, the Tough Luck suddenly lurched, and before they knew what was happening, they were in the middle of an Imperial fleet.
�Oh, this is just perfect.� Andrew groaned. �How much more fun can you have?�
The fleet consisted of five Carrack-class cruisers, three Victory Star Destroyers, two brand-new Imperial Star Destroyers, and an Interdictor Cruiser.
�Don�t do anything stupid, Andrew.� Wes said. �Just fly casual.�
�I copy. There�s no way we can get past those Star Destroyers, anyway.� Andrew said.
Suddenly, a voice came over the comm unit.
�Unidentified freighter, this is Commander Jakenson of the Imperial Star Destroyer Illustrious. Do not attempt to flee, or you will be fired upon. Now, state your name, and intentions.�
Andrew answered the call. �Illustrious, this is Captain Andrew Janson, and my brother Wes Janson on the freighter Tough Luck. We are on a shipping route, going to Chandrila.�
�I see. What are you hauling, Captain Janson?�
�Machinery parts, sir.�
It was a few seconds before Jakenson answered. �All right, Tough Luck, you are allowed to pass. Please continue on to your destination.�
Thank you, Illustrious. Tough Luck out.�
Andrew slumped back into his chair and let out a long breath. �Well, that was interesting.�
�Very smooth, bro. I got worried for a minute.�
�Me too.�