[i]Anoat Sector; Hoth System, en route to Hoth.[/i]

The hold of the ship was devoid of all light save for the one that emanated from a small object on the ground. This object, a small triangle made entirely of crystal save for the patterns etched in gold on its surface, emitted a red light from every corner of its surface and from its top, what seemed to be the hologram of a man in a dark robe sprung forth. In front of the crystal triangle a man, also clad in dark robes, was kneeling in deference to the image that the crystal triangle was generating. 

"[i]And you are sure that this is not some trick? A convenient lie to lure you into a trap?[/i]" Asked the image to the kneeling man, crossing its arms as it waited for an answer. 

"With all due respect Master..." The kneeling figure began, his eyes locked to the ground and not the figure that he was speaking to. "Yes, I do believe that the information that we've been given is legitimate. I've known my contact since we were both children and they are aware of....where my alignments lie." The kneeling man said to the figure, waiting in silence for his master to render judgement. 

"[i]Very well, my apprentice. Go forth Drakran, you have my blessing on this...venture of yours. If what you've been informed of is true, then this could be a great boon for you. But always remember, treachery awaits at every corner...so go to this planet, but prepare yourself in case that there might be unwelcome individuals.[/i]" The figure said and, without waiting for a response from its disciple, disappeared, the crimson light that emanated from the crystal triangle dying as soon as the figure had vanished. Silence engulfed the ship for a few brief seconds before the kneeling man rose from his kneeling position and picked up the crystal triangle. "I won't fail you master, this I swear." Drakran said to the item in his hands, fully aware that his master, if not exactly able to hear him, would pick up the intent behind his words.  

With his master gone, Drakran toggled the lights of the hold of the ship back on and made his way back towards the cockpit of the ship. Going to Hoth was certainly a gamble on his end, but the Zabrak was sure that it was a gamble worth making despite the risks that it carried. He was no fool, he knew that there was the possibility that what had made him come to the ice planet was nothing more than a lie, a well-crafted lure with which to draw him out, but if what he had been told was true, well then, this diversion was one very much worth making. "Still, the words of my master are certainly true. I must be cautious in this endeavour" The Zabrak mused out loud to himself, tapping his chin with his index finder as he thought on the best way to proceed. He was fairly certain that, were any trouble to arise, he could deal with it by himself and, yet, doubt crept into his mind nonetheless. If he were to be defeated, regardless of whether he was imprisoned or killed, his plan, his goal, would crumble into ruins without him there and so, he opted for caution.   

Searching through the pockets of his robe, it wasn't too long until Drakran found the object of his search: a holoprojector. "Harsk," The Iridonian began speaking once he had tuned in to the proper comlink signal. "I have need of your skills once more, if you are interested contact me through the usual channel. I will be awaiting on Hoth if you decide to aid me." He finished speaking, sending the message to the Trandoshan. With that done, Drakran checked the computer to see that the auto-pilot hadn't had any faults or glitches and, once he was satisfied that wasn't the case, then returned to the hold of the ship afterwards. With time left to spare until he reached the ice planet, Drakran decided to meditate in preparation for what was to come, whatever was going to happen the Iridonian was certain that he'd need to be ready once he arrived in Hoth.