Editor’s Note:  This Chronicle was rescued by Mattman the Starbanger

The heels of her boots clicked at an increasingly fast pace as Melamamas hurried down the long hallway of the black talon. Then just before she got to her destination she stopped, gathered herself, and took a deep breath.

The door to the bridge zipped open to reveal Saybur Silverstrike and General Panzer Dawnstar hovering over a topographical holo map of the planet denova.

Saybur was stroking his beard as usual and the general looked up and demanded to know “Who in the hell are you?.”

In a thick imperial accent she introduced herself. “I am Cipher Agent Melamamas, Imperial Intelligence.”

“Cipher Agen- Schmifer Agent” the General mockingly replied “Silverstrike why in the hell is this chiss interrupting our strategering?”

“I’m sure there is a perfectly good reason Panzer, this Chiss is one of our newest Operation Specialists.” Turning to the agent Saybur stated “This had better be important Mel.”

Then, with an aura of confidence about he,r that was really only there to mask her panic, the agent pulled a datachip from her pocket.  Walked over to the holo terminal and said “Sirs, I think you’ll want to see this.”

She proceeded to plug the chip into the terminal, Denova faded away.  Replaced by a fuzzy image of Mattman, the Sith Assassin.

As the image blinked in and out only a few words were audible.

“…belsavis…prison…pinned down…eternity vault…infernal!”

For only a moment the calm demeanor on Saybur’s face retreated to show only an inkling of worry. He turned to the general who’s attention was already on the front of the bridge where Walter O. Dim was sitting in the overaized pilots chair with two scantily dressed twileks in his lap, completely oblivious to the situation that had just unfolded.

“Walter” the general barked “get your ass over here and take a look at this”

Walter assured his companions that he would only be a moment, and against the pleading and pulling of the twileks made his way over to the group.

The fuzzy images flashed again on the holo terminal. Revealing not much more than the obvious facts that Mattman was on belsavis and he was a double-bladed light saber deep in shit.

Panzer walked away mumbling to himself “I told that stupid Sith he was just an off tank.” Saybur then gathered his thoughts and asked ” I assume Ahzi hasn’t seen this yet?”

“That is correct sir” melamamas replied.

“Well that’s probably for the better, if he knew of this I’m almost certain our new starship would be little more than scrap metal by now. The only thing that pisses him off more that flutter plumes and wing maws is having to go bail out Mattman.”

“Walter do you know where Azhi is?” asked Silverstrike.

Walter pondered the question for a spell “You know I was down in the med bay to check up on Growlz, and I heard someone rustling around in the laboratory saying something about ‘sqeezing vascular tendrils for red goo’ I’m almost sure that was Azhi.”

Saybur pulled the datachip from the holoterminal and gave it back to Melamamas with specific orders on how to destroy it, turned to Walt with specific orders on how to keep Ahzi in the dark and began turning the wheels on how to assemble a strike team to rescue Mattman, the Starbanger.