Warming Up the Furnace (Rivin, open)
Inner Rim
.5 LY from Phourra Minor
With a leftover flash of the Cerenkov radiation that deceleration from lightspeed always yeilded, the Chevalier winked into existence.
Je'gan took a moment to look through the viewport of the old transport as he recalibrated the AI for the requisite microjump. The Phourran primary was slightly brighter than the surrounding stars, a ball of yellow flame large enough to leave a negative image on the eye. They'd be there within the hour, approaching one of the system's two planets.
He glanced back over his cloaked shoulder at the darkened corridor that led to the rest of the ship. Rivin was somewhere back there, product of an unlikely alliance between the two Sith Knights and longtime rivals. The plan was as yet ephemeral, but one thing was certain: the hold contained some rather powerful explosives, crude enough to register on scanners as more innocuous than deadly. Those explosives had come from Rivin and the Molochean Hand.