“Sir! An encrypted message just arrived,” Temple gushed, hurdling into the Phantom’s cockpit and snapping Will from his reverie. She motioned behind her towards the ship’s holoterminal before continuing. “It seems to be from the Outer Rim, the Bozhnee Sector, but the manner in which it’s been encrypted… I can’t seem to—”
“Thank you, Raina,” the agent turned and rose to his feet, gently interrupting the young ensign with a reassuring hand upon her shoulder. An encrypted message itself was no unusual event, but a coding that eluded Temple’s extensive training warranted immediate attention. Reaching to his left, he quickly switched the Phantom to autopilot and strode down the dimly lit hallway towards the lounge. Temple followed in suit, quietly muttering under her breath in agitation.
“… I’ve never seen anything like it before, it shouldn’t be possible…”
The holoterminal’s command console was blinking softly, but just as Temple described, a playback of the message revealed nothing but a flurry of blue static. Will narrowed his crimson eyes in thought, pursing his lips together.
“I’ve tried all of the former Intelligence encryption codes, sir, as well as a number of standard Imperial codes,” Temple ventured to his right.
“I have the feeling this may not be from either source,” the Chiss responded, an idea slowly forming in his mind. He opened the control panel, and began typing furiously. The static stopped, and the message seemed to stutter for a second before coming to life.
“…he’s Imperial. How do you know we can trust him?” a young man in Mandalorian beskar was eyeing the recorder suspiciously as the message started, standing with his arms crossed next to a Devaronian, while a petite woman with cybernetic implants frantically finished pressing a series of buttons on her own holoterminal console.