"What's your operating number, TI?"
"Hello, does anyone read me? This is Imperial pilot Klyn Drason. I've been kidnapped by dissidents and am located outside of Coronet City. Requesting a pick-up, I can provide my coordinates."
Flight Coordinator Neron leaned forward in his seat as the unexpected communication came through over the Imperial Pilots frequency. "Excuse me? Kidnapped? What is your operating number, TI? What is your status?" His fingers rested on top of the keyboard as he waited for the pilot's response. Was this a joke, or maybe some kind of training exercise for his team? He caught a glimpse of his supervisor over his shoulder and knew he would be coming over to monitor this communication shortly.
"TI-6343, Klyn Drason, stationed out of Nuba City. I've had a run in with a resistance cell and managed to escape. I'm outside the gates of Coronet. Coordinates 31.84588, 136.01470. Please send pick-up immediately."
Neron moved quickly to enter this pilots information in the database. He hadn't heard of anyone in Coronet City that had gone missing, but if this was a real operator number he would be able to pull it up in the Imperial Pilot registry. As he submitted the information provided and initiated the search, his superior appeared at his side. "Did I hear that correctly? A pilot is reporting a kidnapping?" the officer asked pompously. "Pull up his file immediately."
"Not a kidnapping. His own kidnapping," Neron replied as the terminal screen changed to display the pilot's record. Red bold letters flashed across the top of the record: WANTED FOR QUESTIONING. DETAIN IMMEDIATELY.
The flight coordinators turned to look at each other, an expression of surprise in their faces. Neron quickly leaned toward the microphone. "TI-6343, this is Imperial Flight Control, we are reviewing your file. Please hold." He flicked a switch, muting the transmitter.
Neron turned to ask his supervisor what to do next, but found that he was already speaking quickly into his personal communicator. "That's right, it's operator number TI-6343. He reached out on the Flight channel just now asking for a pick up, and the record came back flagged - yes, yes that's correct. Yes - understood. Coordinates are... 31.84588, 136.01470. It seems like he will be outside of Silver Gate. I can have a wing of TIE fighters head over there to confirm and report back. How long will it take you to prepare a pick up? Very well, I'll report back any changes. Thank you." Neron turned to review the record as his supervisor was coordinating with who he could only guess was a member of the military police. He searched through the record until he came across the most recent entry. There were a plenty of still images that looked like they were from security footage, pictures of someone in a TIE Pilot jumpsuit with a group of armed civilians. Some photos appeared to be mid shoot-out. Some seemed to be from a hangar bay housing a UT-60D support craft. He certainly doesn't look like he's a hostage, Neron thought.
His supervisor finished his communication and turned to look at the screen once more. "Officer Neron, we need to make sure TI-6343 shows up at those coordinates. Let him know we are preparing a pick-up and should be arrive within the hour. I'll speak with Captain Leyue and have her dispatch a few TIE fighters to the scene to provide cover for the IMP. They are going to be sending a transport shortly to collect our kidnapped pilot. Make sure air space is clear around those coordinates, we don't want any surprises swopping down when the military police arrive."
Coordinator Neron nodded his acknowledgement and began to follow the orders he was given. Seems like this isn't a training exercise, after all, he thought.
Flight Coordinator Neron leaned forward in his seat as the unexpected communication came through over the Imperial Pilots frequency. "Excuse me? Kidnapped? What is your operating number, TI? What is your status?" His fingers rested on top of the keyboard as he waited for the pilot's response. Was this a joke, or maybe some kind of training exercise for his team? He caught a glimpse of his supervisor over his shoulder and knew he would be coming over to monitor this communication shortly.
"TI-6343, Klyn Drason, stationed out of Nuba City. I've had a run in with a resistance cell and managed to escape. I'm outside the gates of Coronet. Coordinates 31.84588, 136.01470. Please send pick-up immediately."
Neron moved quickly to enter this pilots information in the database. He hadn't heard of anyone in Coronet City that had gone missing, but if this was a real operator number he would be able to pull it up in the Imperial Pilot registry. As he submitted the information provided and initiated the search, his superior appeared at his side. "Did I hear that correctly? A pilot is reporting a kidnapping?" the officer asked pompously. "Pull up his file immediately."
"Not a kidnapping. His own kidnapping," Neron replied as the terminal screen changed to display the pilot's record. Red bold letters flashed across the top of the record: WANTED FOR QUESTIONING. DETAIN IMMEDIATELY.
The flight coordinators turned to look at each other, an expression of surprise in their faces. Neron quickly leaned toward the microphone. "TI-6343, this is Imperial Flight Control, we are reviewing your file. Please hold." He flicked a switch, muting the transmitter.
Neron turned to ask his supervisor what to do next, but found that he was already speaking quickly into his personal communicator. "That's right, it's operator number TI-6343. He reached out on the Flight channel just now asking for a pick up, and the record came back flagged - yes, yes that's correct. Yes - understood. Coordinates are... 31.84588, 136.01470. It seems like he will be outside of Silver Gate. I can have a wing of TIE fighters head over there to confirm and report back. How long will it take you to prepare a pick up? Very well, I'll report back any changes. Thank you." Neron turned to review the record as his supervisor was coordinating with who he could only guess was a member of the military police. He searched through the record until he came across the most recent entry. There were a plenty of still images that looked like they were from security footage, pictures of someone in a TIE Pilot jumpsuit with a group of armed civilians. Some photos appeared to be mid shoot-out. Some seemed to be from a hangar bay housing a UT-60D support craft. He certainly doesn't look like he's a hostage, Neron thought.
His supervisor finished his communication and turned to look at the screen once more. "Officer Neron, we need to make sure TI-6343 shows up at those coordinates. Let him know we are preparing a pick-up and should be arrive within the hour. I'll speak with Captain Leyue and have her dispatch a few TIE fighters to the scene to provide cover for the IMP. They are going to be sending a transport shortly to collect our kidnapped pilot. Make sure air space is clear around those coordinates, we don't want any surprises swopping down when the military police arrive."
Coordinator Neron nodded his acknowledgement and began to follow the orders he was given. Seems like this isn't a training exercise, after all, he thought.
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