Grand Admiral Martio Batch had shattered the former planet into an asteroid belt with the superlaser from his ship, the Tarkin, when his efforts to construct the ultimate cloak had failed.
Where he had been unsuccessful, others succeeded. A man named Gulio now owned the Aeten II asteroid belt, and he ruled it with an iron fist. His small fleet of uglies, ancient squints, and modified light freighters patrolled on a constant basis, destroying any ship that dared enter without authorization. He was a big man, who ruled over a small, but insanely wealthy empire. The pride of his fleet, a Hapes Nova-class cruiser.
The largest asteroid, fittingly named Gulio, was the host for an enormous complex of tunnels, magnetic screens, and complexes. It was not particularly nice on the outside, but the inside was gaudy to the extreme. Gulio made his living by selling stygium crystals, as well as rough copies of an ancient ship. Governments, and private parties were willing to pay extravagant sums for this ship, its unique properties allowed it to simply vanish from sensors, and from eyesight.
He sold Infiltrators.
And he had sold his last.
Outskirts of the Aeten II system
Reverting to realspace in a flash, the Shadow ignited its powerful ION engines and headed toward the asteroid belt. Invisible to the naked eye, as well as to any casual or patrol sensor, this craft was an Infiltrator.
Originally a custom ship, designed to transport a long dead Sith Lord without being seen, the Infiltrator had under gone many changes through the decades. However, its primary purpose of staying low, and undetected had remained intact.
Two people were inside the Shadow, one a Male, another Female. The male sat watching the ship’s sensors, while the female piloted. Neither spoke, any words they needed to speak to each other were communicated silently, through the Force. Master Jade, do you believe this Gulio will have technology able to detect our craft? He does sell vague building plans, perhaps he keeps… insurance.”
