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>Try and see if you can’t get some more information about what’s going on in the rest of the galaxy. It might help you decide whether signing with KDY is worth it.
You’ll go with Fisher, see if you can’t find out something about the state of the galaxy. You shouldn’t sign on with KDY without knowing what you might be facing first. And while the crew told you KDY has locked down all the information coming in and out of the system, you’re sure there’s some way to figure out a way past their restrictions. You incline your head to Fisher.
>I want to find out what’s going on out there. Mind if I tag along?
Fisher smiles, and shakes his head. “Not at all. Be my guest, Commander Sulla.”
You both get up, and after saying your goodbyes to the rest, you head out together. The Kuati guards, as always, are waiting for you on the other side of the door. Fisher steps forward.
“Hey there. All this excitement has gotten to my counterpart here. If you don’t mind, I’d like to take him out for a walk. Just to find a terminal so we can see where we are on the ship, maybe find a place to relax. You mind?”
The guards look at each other a moment, before jerking their head down the corridor. Seems like they bought it. You and Fisher start walking, the guards forming up behind you. A thought suddenly comes to you, and you tilt your head slightly to Fisher’s.
>So how do we shake them?
Fisher subtly shakes his head and whispers back.
“We don’t. I didn’t lie, we’re just going to find a terminal connected to the mainframe. I know a couple tricks that can get us past their security measures. Besides, they’d raise the alarm if we disappeared.”
You walk on, chatting about mindless topics until you find what you’re looking for. A small area with several consoles and terminals, with nobody around. You sit down with Fisher as he begins to enter commands into the keyboard, bringing up a map of the ship and local area. Behind you, the guards stand, alert, but obviously not paying much attention to what you’re doing. A minute passes, then you hear a whispered exclamation from Fisher.
“Got it!”
You look over your shoulder. He’s got something alright. Long lines of text are scrolling by the screen, some kind of code. Fisher presses a few more buttons and the code changes to the news boards of the holonet, the Republic’s galaxy-wide communications network. A far cry from the intel briefings you received in better years, and filled with propaganda, but it was better than nothing. You peer over Fisher’s shoulder as he scrolls through.
