"No movement, scopes are all clear Commander."
"Very well. Shut down the power to sectors 1 through 12, and 14 through 20."
"Affirmative."
Reducing the energy signature of the hidden camp was of utmost importance if it was to avoid detection by imperial probes. They’d become more and more sophisticated with every new model, and it seemed that as fast as the output signatures were updated, they were traced and broken. Everyone suspected a mole, but no-one had any idea who it was.
Corellia was alive with sights and sounds. Even under the cover of darkness, its fertile rolling plains lay swathed in the scents and touches of wild flowers, and fauna of every kind. It was a lot better than a lot of places they’d hidden, thought Sebus Tarn, rubbing the back of his neck as he kept a quiet vigil over the surrounding area. He’d tired of sand, and was glad when their company had been evacuated from Tatooine to a more agreeable location.