Forty men. Forty stormtroopers. Forty stormtroopers taking up passage in an assault transport piloted by none other than Toran. It wasn't exactly an ideal
trip. They would have little room to move about, but they were stormtroopers. They had to be used to it. His co-pilot stood at the side of the transport in the
hatchway guiding them in ensuring none got lost. Toran remained in the cockpit preparing the ship for launch from the Star Destroyer. It was going to be a long
flight even with a TIE-Defender escort. He wondered if any other craft were going to be accompanying them, but that wasn't something for him to worry about
for now. He had to focus on the navcomputer and ensuring it was fully updated with the course. It wasn't going to be the most direct flight. He planned two
stops along the way. One at Nopces Prime and the other in deep space. Both he would use to adjust the course and let the engines cool.
Toran glanced back over his shoulders. His comrade was bringing the last troopers onboard. It would be another few minutes before they lifted off, but still Toran felt uneasy. It seemed to convenient to use his transport. He shook the idea off and began the systems check.
Toran glanced back over his shoulders. His comrade was bringing the last troopers onboard. It would be another few minutes before they lifted off, but still Toran felt uneasy. It seemed to convenient to use his transport. He shook the idea off and began the systems check.
