The bar at the Mhi'Motir

[Dieter Schprokets]

A hand clamped down on Hal's shoulder.

"I got the reports from Traffic Control about your whereabouts."

The Mandalore sat down opposite his two men and beckoned.

"Let's see them."

Hal handed them over.

"We've been monitoring the object you saw, it.."

His voice trailed off. He stared at each photograph in turn, then looked up at the two men.

"When were these taken?" he asked, alarm in his voice.

"Just today, sir." responded Hal.

The Mandalore sat back in his chair, rubbing his hands on his chin.

"It has at least quadrupled in intensity."

He returned the photos.

"Take those to Cartography, ask for Joseph Maxwell, give them ONLY to him. Clear?"

The men nodded, then left.

Leaving the Mandalore staring out the window, his brow creased.

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