[center] [img]https://i.ibb.co/bL7QCp7/coollogo-com-18837818.gif[/img] - The Outer Rim near Gamorr [/center]

       The Outer Rim is always quiet, especially when Kott was sent on a patrol. No readings from any source in the last two hours, this routine patrol near Gamorr was teetering on boring. The last few months his superiors had been torturing him with monotonous single fighter patrols. This was strictly punishment for his actions four months ago where Kott refused to an order to fire upon a passenger ship leaving the Chommel Sector for a destination in the Inner Rim. Imperial Spies established a pattern that said these ships were not only carrying passengers but illegal freight. Kott was unsure about shooting down the ship and let it jump to hyperspace before firing upon it. Then ordered back to the Star Destroyer, he was berated right on the flight deck. Kott figured since he had been on the straight and narrow for a while, they wouldn’t execute him. At this point he would welcome a blaster to the face. 


      Kott shook his head and came back into his shitty reality when a sensor went off. A faint reading, jumping in and out of his equipment had him trying to get a fix. After a few minutes Kott figured out it was a ship with a cloaking device, “Bounty Hunter,” he murmured. His best bet was to try and track it from afar, not knowing if he was out gunned. Kott was not going to call this in either, sometimes Bounty Hunters could crack into the secure Imperial channels. Kott’s Tie Fighter was not standard issue, he had made some modifications unbeknownst to his superiors. Upgrading tracking was essential, and easy to hide unlike a weapons upgrade. Imperials were so stingy when it came to modifications and that did not bode well for a dogfight. Creeping slower than he liked, his system finally caught a good signal and turned on his own jammer, another mod no one knew about. 

       The ship seemed to be heading towards Gamorr, which was unusual. While Gamorr was inhabited Gamorreans, they aren’t friendly or social. Backing off some more, Kott has no idea what this ship was doing, when a crackle went off in his ear … “Echo Four Papa, Sidoni where the hell did you go? We are not reading your fighter. Quickly, Kott made his decision and turned off his communicator. “Let’s see where this takes me.”