Chapter 1244. The Governor’s Wedding (1)
1244. The Governor’s Wedding (1)
20BBY, January 19th.
Before the two factions of the Interstellar Banking Association officially fell out and split, Master Sars-Tin was still on the planet Kali to detect geth intelligence.
Another storm is quietly brewing in the core circle of the Milky Way.
In fact, the reason why the Interstellar Banking Association split half a month later actually succeeded in splitting into two parts was largely because of this storm here.
Lundilli Galaxy!
One of the largest warship manufacturing centers in the Galactic Republic.
The fuse that ignited the entire storm was an inconspicuous Gozanti-class transport ship.
The ship, which was spray-painted white and had a double interlocking logo on it, left the hyperspace channel and arrived in the Corellian system.
Because during the war, and the situation in the Lundili system adjacent to the Corellia system was somewhat uncertain, everything including this place has been strictly controlled by the Galactic Republic military.
A Z-95 fighter jet immediately approached and sent a communication, [The Gozanti class in front, identification code HX-55483, please stop the engine, lower the shield, and accept inquiries and scanning. Please connect to the security band of the Second Galaxy Army of the Galactic Republic, the band code is ‘Corellia-14449’. 】
The person driving this fighter jet is a pilot in his 40s. He is dressed casually. He has the data eyepiece hanging by the side and is not wearing it at all, but he is very skillful in operating the instruments in his hands. ——Obviously this is a pilot who returned to the second line to work as a security officer after being discharged from the army.
Seeing the Gozanti-class transport ship obediently lower its engine output and close its shields, the pilot moved closer skillfully. He smoothly controlled the fighter jet to circle around the transport ship, and started the external scanner to scan thoroughly. The cargo hold of the transport ship.
The communication was connected, and the screen in front of him flashed, and a man with blond hair and a stubble on his face appeared, wearing a leather jacket but full of energy. He said hello with a smile and said: " Hello, sir, have you been busy all day? How about a drink in Corellia? ”
The pilot raised his eyebrows. He could tell at a glance that this man was an old man. Many of those who were involved in smuggling or exploring and digging for treasures were like this. Because there are often some shameful things in their spaceships, they usually say this when someone checks them. It is an unspoken rule.
Actually, to put it bluntly, this means giving some tolls as a bribe. There are also things to pay attention to where you go to drink. The name of the planet given by this person is basically a hint of how much the bribe is, and he does not really want to invite you to drink there. For example, if someone asks you to go to Coruscant for a nice meal, congratulations, a large bribe is waiting for you. Of course, the risk is also very high, it depends on whether you dare to ask for it.
This man said he went to Corellia for a drink, which meant that the bribe was not actually a lot, but it was enough to make him happy for a few days. After all, although Corellia is a very developed planet, it is mostly factories and manufacturing industries. The wine that ordinary people can drink on the planet of Corellia is actually just like that.
But this time the pilot did not appreciate it. He waved his hand and said, "Show me your personal data first, and then explain clearly, where are you going?"
"Hi, my name is Cun. Special, run some goods for Corellia." The man announced his name.
The pilot compared the data, and sure enough, Cunt's information was displayed on the computer. In the information, he was a cargo ship pilot attached to Corellia Engineering Company.
However, the Corellian Engineering Company has a great business. God knows they have tens of millions of drivers under their banner. This information at best shows that his origin is relatively legitimate. If he is really considered to be a Corellian A regular employee of an engineering company is stupid. Look at the double-ring logo on this Gozanti-class ship. Although I don't recognize it, it is obviously not the logo of Corellian Engineering Company. God knows what this person is smuggling. "Okay, where to go." The Republic pilot curled his lips, but still casually sent a text message, which was a bank account.
A few seconds later, he saw the computer display showing his bank balance jumping a few digits, a little more than he had imagined. It's quite refreshing. It's on the road. Not bad. The pilot's mood suddenly improved.
Cunte lowered his voice and said, "Sir, I am traveling to Lundili this time..."
The Republic pilot almost choked on his breath. He immediately wanted to return the money, but since everyone had paid the bill, they would definitely not accept the refund. He suddenly became furious and said angrily: "You fucking go to Lundili? Don't you know that all spaceships going to the Lundili system are now subject to strict control?! Get out of here right now!"
Cunte quickly reassured, "No, no, no, sir, listen to me. You need to take a look at your scan results first... What I sent is medical equipment! And I am here to provide medical care this time. It was run by Medtech Industries, so it’s not a suspicious item!”
The pilot looked at the scan data, and sure enough it showed that there were dozens of medical pods in the cargo bay of the transport ship. However, this kind of medical cabin is a little different from ordinary medical cabins. It seems to be a new model. He looked at the scanned data and frowned, "You...wait a minute! There are still people in your cargo hold??? More than a hundred people???"
Cunte said mysteriously: "This You don’t know, these are clones!”
“Clones?”
"Lundilli Star Dynamics is designing a brand new medical frigate, and it is specially provided for the use of clone soldiers. These equipments were ordered by Rendilli from Medical Technology Industries, and by the way, they also ordered 120 unconscious clones. "People are used to conduct experiments to ensure the performance of this medical frigate," Murte said, "This is internal information, and I can only tell you this..."
The pilot saw his bank. The balance jumped a few more digits, and now this business seemed a bit tempting. But he still maintained his rationality and said: "No, no! It's too sensitive to go to the Lundili Galaxy!"
Cun Te understood the meaning carefully and said: "Of course it is sensitive, so you need to talk to your Sir, please report it too. Besides, it’s just a few medical bays and a few clones. What can we do? I don’t believe you can board the ship and check it out.”
The pilot jumped hard when he saw the bank balance. After a few clicks, a considerable bribe was paid in, and his tone finally softened, "Okay, I'll report it to the commander."
The amount of money made his heart beat faster. It took a lot, but he also knew that at least 90% of it had to be handed over to his superior. But if he doesn't hand over 90% of the money, he won't get a penny, because he is the one who ultimately decides whether to let him go or not.
More than ten minutes later, the Gozanti-class transport ship from Medical Technology Industries was marked with medical equipment and medicines on the inspection record and then released.
The spacecraft arrived near the preset channel, started the hyperspace engine, and disappeared instantly with a burst of white light.
......
"You are so generous, Cun Te. Do you know that your few words just now are equivalent to sending out a frigate?" A voice came from Cun Te. There was a sound beside him, it was Tang Xiao!
Cun Te laughed, "Compared to you, who is about to marry Lundili's daughter, you are still a beast of a sixteen-year-old girl, why should I be more generous?"
(End of this chapter)