The winds of change were blowing softly over the Anthos sector, their cool breezes caressing the unknowing citizens with blithe promises and sweet rewards for the cooperative. This wind has never had a beginning, for change has always taken place. Nor will this wind have an end, for change is integrated into the thought process of sentient beings throughout the galaxy.
However, this wind was different.
The forty-five meters of the assault shuttle Fearsome glimmered slightly with reflected light from the nearby sun as it slid gracefully though the cold vacuum of space. Five thousand meters ahead, their destination lay still, like a bloated wale. A rich wale to be sure, but bloated none the less. The luxury transport Indifference orbited around the planet of Clak’dor VII waiting for its new arrivals, passengers to pad the pockets of the already rich ship owners. Ferrying people not so opulent, or determined enough to own their own ship was a lucrative business to get into these days, many people were afraid to travel by themselves, for fear of space pirates.
“Do you think the Bith Monarchy’s fears are justified, Master?” The speaker was a young man, not over twenty-two by the galactic standard year. His long, white hair was pulled into a loose knot behind his head, and was allowed to continue down his back, over the dark grey robes he wore covering his white linen clothing. The chamber the two beings stood in was large; this shuttle was designed to transport a squad of battle troopers, instead of simply two men. It was, however, what had been available. The military grade benches were worn smooth from transporting law enforcement from one part of the planet to another, yet the room contained a fresh smell. A very good air circulation system had been installed, above grade for a military vehicle.
Except for the slight, controlled breathing of the two humanoids there was little other sound.
