Such a man is Monti Hughe. He spent his entire life studying the galaxy and the regions of it which have never been charted. This was the reason he had been selected for Operation Haven. He was a smart man who was well schooled in the dynamics of celestial construction and the physics of gravitational phenomenon. He was considered the foremost physicist on the subject and it was only by luck that his allegiance fell to the <st1:city><st1>Alliance.</st1></st1:city>
He knew little of the mission he had been attached to. He was under contract a sworn to silence about any aspect of the mission, which wasn’t a difficult chore since he knew nothing. All he was given access to was the gravitational data collected from various unnamed star systems. Far less then he had hoped would be his experience with the Deep Space research vessel Hawkeye. In fact sometime he felt like a prisoner aboard the Old Venator Star Destroyer. Limited to the single deck inhabited by all the scientific personnel and a few guards. He thought about the last two years and the reason he was supposed to be there in the first place. He had seen favorable data indicating possible planets in various numbered systems. He had even found substantial proof of at least forty five planets in the two years since his joining the Crew of the Hawkeye.
With the amount of data he had seen proved they had discovered many new planets in whatever sector of space they now explored, or sectors. Who knows where they were in space. Wild space, Unknown regions, they could be orbiting Coruscant for all anyone on the scientific deck knew. The thought of new worlds going unexplored upset Monti. The alliance was on the run and broken they needed anyplace they could find to hide and rebuild. He wanted to go to his project leader and ask questions but he wasn’t one to rock the proverbial boat.
He wasn’t the only person on the exploration team curious about these things. Many scientists thought the same as Monti. They simply took each day as it came and never considered investigating any further into the program or the mission. As Monti, and others sat in the presentation hall listening to yet another mission briefing about the new data coming in from the recon wing. Yet another set of gravitational readings which indicated massive bodies orbiting yet another unnamed star. Same shit different day. Monti looked to the woman sitting beside him. She was a new face. One he had never seen in the meetings before. A new member was a rare occurrence. IN the two years since the <st1:city><st1>Mission</st1></st1:city> left Yavin IV only twelve new members had joined. As the meeting ended he approached the newcomer.
“Hello, I’m Monti, Are you new to the expedition?” The woman looked over the scientist then smiled.
“Why yes I am. I’m Rite, Rita Neum. I just came aboard yesterday.” Monti was a full with questions for the newcomer he had no idea where they were or what was going on outside the bulkheads of the ship.
“Yesterday huh, where did you travel from to get here?” The woman’s smile slackened as she answered.
“That’s confidential. I was instructed to keep the currant location of the vessel to myself. Among other things I was grilled about by the Intelligence. All I know is they needed someone with my special knowledge for this mission.” Instantly Monti’s interest was perked.
“And what is your Specialty if I can ask?” Rita thought for a moment then smiled.
“Automation and artificial Intelligence is my Line of study. I worked with the team at Stellar enterprises in the design and automation on many of the A.I. circuits onboard the Hawkeye.” Monti was floored. He had no idea anything was automated onboard the old hulk of a vessel. It looked decrepit from the outside and the few decks he had access to, even the ones between the hanger and the science deck look as if the ship had been burnt then rebuilt. Nothing looked new aboard the ship let alone Droid controlled.
“Really, I wasn’t aware the ship had automated systems.” Rita interrupted him.
“Yeah most of the command and control operations are chained liked or automated. They seem to want as few as possible crew aboard this clunker.” Monti laughed at the term used to describe the Hawkeye. Clunker, a term often synonymous with the expedition’s flagship, was just what the ship appeared to be. Monti noticed as someone across the room caught Rita’s Eye.
"If you will excuse me I need to talk to Commander Torren before he returns to engineering.” With that Rita walked across the room the gentleman she had been looking. As Monti watched the interesting new woman walk a man tapped him on his shoulder.
“Monti Hughe?” ask the Man in Fleet standard.
“Are you Monti Hughe?” Monti paused before answering. Why would a military type know his name? Why would one even be interested in him?
"Yes I am Monti Hughe. Can I help you?” The Ensign looked relieved. All the science types looked the same to him. White coat, glasses, expressionless looks. All the Science personnel seemed to be in the same serious mood regardless of situation.
“Mister Hughe, you are to accompany me to the Command Ante-chamber. Admiral Reshmar wishes to speak with you.” Monti was shocked. He had been requested by the mission commander. What could this be about? Had word of his uneasiness with the situation and merit of the mission somehow gotten all the way up the ladder to the admiral? Monti looked dumbfounded He did not know what to do or say. After a short uncomfortable time of silence the ensign spook again.
“Mister Hughe, I need you to come with me.” Monti nodded then caught his breath enough to speak. Yes, of course, lead the way.”