Originally posted by jokemaster
A small freighter uncloaked in front of them. It had a New Republic insignia. The Vilnov's radio crackled to life.
Voice: Nom and Tarila Vilnov, we have a job for you.
"Wow!" Tarila muttered to Nom. "You said fast, but I didn't expect it to be this
Nom nodded slowly. "I didn't either," he whispered. Then, he responded to the hail.
"Very well," he said. "Come aboard. My crew will escort you to the bridge. I warn you not to try anything. My crew is a holographic one, so you will not be able to do them any harm. I suggest you not try, for they can pick up real weapons and do some damage to you. Let them do their job and bring you here."
"Now we get to wait," Tarila said quietly. "It will be at least five minutes before the crew will be done."