1244. The Governor’s Wedding (1)
20BBY, January 19th.
Before the two factions of the Interstellar Banking Association officially fell out and split, Master Sussteen was still on the planet Kali to detect geth intelligence.
Another storm is quietly brewing in the core 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 due to this storm here.
Lundilli Galaxy!
One of the largest warship manufacturing centers in the Galactic Republic.
What ignited the fuse of this entire storm was an unremarkable Gozanti-class transport ship.
The ship, which was spray-painted white and had a double interlocking symbol on it, left the hyperspace channel and arrived in the Corellian system.
Because during the war, and the situation in the Lundili galaxy adjacent to the Corellia galaxy was somewhat uncertain, everything including this place has been strictly controlled by the Galactic Republic.
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 questioning and scanning. Please connect to the security band of the Second Galaxy Army of the Galactic Republic, the band code is "Corellia-14449". 】
The fighter pilot was a pilot in his 40s. He was dressed casually. The data eyepiece was hanging by him without wearing it at all, but he was very skillful in operating the instruments in his hands - obviously he was a pilot. After being discharged from the army, he returned to the second line as a pilot serving as a security officer.
Seeing the Gozanti-class transport ship obediently lowering its engine output and closing its shields, the pilot moved closer skillfully. He smoothly controlled the fighter jet to circle around the transport ship, and activated the external scanner to thoroughly scan the transport ship's cargo bay.
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 in front of him, but he was in good spirits. He said hello with a smile and said: "Hello, sir, busy. Have you been here for a day? How about going to Corellia for a drink? I’ll treat you."
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.
In fact, to put it bluntly, this means giving some tolls as a bribe. Where you go to drink is also particular. 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 person said he was going to Corellia for a drink, which meant that the bribe was not actually a lot, but it was enough to keep 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 didn't appreciate it. He waved his hand and said, "Show me your personal data first, and then tell me clearly, where are you going?"
"Hi, my name is Cunt. I'm running 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, Corellia 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 background is quite legitimate. If he is really regarded as a formal employee of Corellia Engineering Company, That's 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 his silver
The line balance jumped a few digits, a little more than he expected. 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: "Go to Rendili? Don't you know that all spaceships going to the Rendili system must be strictly controlled now?! Get out of here right now!"
Cunte quickly comforted him, "No, no, no, sir, listen to me. You need to take a look at your scan results first... What I am sending is medical equipment! And this time I am going to the Medical Technology Industrial Company ( Medth Industries), it’s not a suspicious item!”
The pilot looked at the scan data, and sure enough it showed that the transport ship's cargo bay contained dozens of medical pods. 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???"
Murata said mysteriously: "You don't know this, right? These are clones!"
"Clone?"
"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 Rentilly 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." Murote said, "This is internal information, and I can only tell you this..."
The pilot saw his bank balance jump a few more digits, and now this business seemed a bit tempting. But he still maintained his rationality and said, "No, no, no! Going to the Rendili Galaxy is too sensitive!"
Murata understood and said: "Of course it's sensitive, so you need to report it to your commander. Besides, there are just a few medical cabins and a few clones. What can we do? If you don't believe me, you can board the ship and check it out. .”
The pilot saw that the bank balance jumped a few times again, and a considerable bribe was paid in. His tone finally softened, "Okay, I'll report it to the commander."
The amount of money made his heart beat a lot faster, but he also knew that at least 90% of it would have 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 the Medical Technology Industrial Company was marked with medical equipment and medicines on the inspection record and was then released.
The spacecraft arrived near the preset channel, started the hyperspace engine, and disappeared instantly with a burst of white light.
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"You are so generous, Cun Te. Do you know that your few words just now are equivalent to sending out a frigate?" A voice sounded from beside Cun Te, and it was Tang Xiao!
Cunt laughed and said, "Compared to you, who is going to marry Lundili's daughter, who is still a sixteen-year-old girl, why should I be more generous?"
