🐺 ~PROJECT SAC-1~ ⚔️

Chapter 45 - A Forced Hand 🫴🏽

"... you're welcome." Agent Talla feebly mumbled, then click-

*distorted static*

She may have disconnected, she may be out of sorts right now, but Convor was no longer. He was confident in her abilities, even if she didn't see it yet - she would. Having been assigned to do the last screening on the medical inventory for this medical frigate, Convor had managed to seal himself in one of the numerous storage closets for this private call, and everyone was too busy bustling around getting ready for the long journey, hauling in crates of supplies and trolleys with injured men, that they were none the wiser.

And since no one had come looking for him, Convor figured an extra minute for one more call wouldn't hurt. He hoped she was at her station and not on break or occupied with another call. Using the same earpiece, Convor flicked open his fake wrist chronometer again and typed in a public comm code and then her specific extension. He gripped one of the higher shelves on the unit in front of him and waited, waited, waited, with his heart pounding in his ears.

"Grand Republic Medical Facility - how may I assist you today?" A woman with a heavy accent answered.

It was easy to adopt a casual tone, growing up on Kamino you had to hide your true feelings about, well, everything unless you wanted to be exploited, "Ah, hello, it's the guy who called last night on behalf of my friend and her little brother who was injured, and we weren't sure if paramedics were needed."

Rough Translation: "Talked to her, have an update."

"Oh yes, I remember you, sir - it has been a sluggish morning so we do have some paramedics on standby and ready to assist if needed."

Rough Translation: "Is she in or out? My people on standby I know would be more than willing to be a huge help in all this either way."

They had discussed this at length, so Convor started with: "She's a little shaken up but uh, it turns out her little brother is going to be just fine, won't need the paramedics but thank you."

Rough Translation: "Talla is on board, out of sorts right now but on board."

"Are you certain, sir? Perhaps we could still send support, for precautionary measures?"

Rough Translation: "Are you sure she should go at this alone? Is she going at this alone? My people have the potential to be a big help - I know they are capable if it's needed."

Convor let out a troubled breath, leaning his forehead on the same shelf his hands gripped, and his eyes slid shut. One of the major deciding factors in asking Agent Talla first was her training and skill levels already supplied, both of which the others considered unfortunately did not have, and these two secret revolutionaries had both come to an agreement they didn't want to have to wait any longer to get this show on the road unless it was absolutely necessary, and training up other revolutionaries would have definitely taken up a lot of time. "... No reason to make anyone else worry for now," Convor stated with finality he hoped she'd agree with, "And my friend will personally reach out to update on her brother's condition when her nerves aren't shot - thank you for everything and please tell those ready to come to her aid that their hard work is much appreciated and we're lucky to have such caring providers like them."

Rough Translation: "... I don't want to risk anyone else's family right now, but you make the final decision after meeting with Talla and discussing how you two want to proceed with getting the intel. Please know your family is doing such great work already, and if the need comes up I do know they'll rise to the occasion. It's in your hands now, I trust you."