Before the two factions of the Interstellar Banking Association officially fell out and split, Master Sars-Tin was still on the planet Kali to detect geth intelligence.
Another storm is quietly brewing in the core circle of the Milky Way.
In fact, the reason why the Interstellar Banking Association split incident half a month later actually succeeded in splitting into two parts was largely because of this storm here.
Lundilli Galaxy!
One of the largest warship manufacturing centers in the Galactic Republic.
The one that lit 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 system adjacent to the Corellia system was somewhat uncertain, everything including this place has been strictly controlled by the Galactic Republic military.
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 inquiries and scans. Please pick up the Galactic Republic
The security band of the Second Galaxy Army, the band code is 'Corellia-14449'.]
The fighter pilot was a pilot in his 40s. He was dressed very casually. The data goggles were hanging aside and he was not wearing them at all. However, 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 working as a security officer.
Seeing the Gozanti-class transport ship obediently lower its engine output and close its shields, the pilot skillfully approached it. 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. He was in good spirits. He said hello with a smile and said: "Hello, sir, I'm 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 person was an old man. Many of them were involved in smuggling or exploring and digging for treasures. Because there were often some shady things in their spaceships, so generally
If someone checks, they will say so. It is an unspoken rule.
In fact, to put it bluntly, this means giving some tolls as a bribe, and where you go to drink is also important. The name of the planet this person reported basically implies how much the bribe is, and he does not really want to invite you to drink there. For example, if
Someone asked you to go to Coruscant for a nice meal, so 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 went to the planet Corellia for a drink, which means that the bribe was not actually a lot, but it was enough to live happily for a few days. After all, although Corellia is a very developed planet, most of it is factories.
In terms of manufacturing and manufacturing, the wine that ordinary people can drink on the planet Corellia is actually just 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 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 else 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 that the computer showed that his bank balance had jumped a few digits, which was a little more than he thought. It was quite refreshing, he was on the road, not bad, and the pilot's mood suddenly improved.
The villager lowered his voice and said, "Sir, I am traveling to Lundili this time..."
The Republic pilot almost choked himself in his last breath. He immediately wanted to return the money, but since everyone had paid the account, they would definitely not accept the refund. He suddenly became furious and said angrily:
"You fucking go to Lundili? Don't you know that all ships going to the Lundili system are now strictly controlled?! Get out of here right now!"
Cunte quickly reassured, "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 bringing the Medical Technology Industrial Company (
Medtedustries) ran away, it’s not a suspicious item!”
The pilot looked at the scan data, and sure enough it showed that there were dozens of medical cabins in the cargo bay of the transport ship. However, this medical cabin was a little different from ordinary medical cabins. It seemed to be a new model. He looked at the scan data and frowned.
He frowned, "You...wait a minute! There are still people in your cargo hold???More than a hundred people???"
Cunte said mysteriously: "You don't know that, 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." Murte said, "This is internal information, and I can only tell you this..."
The pilot saw that his bank balance jumped a few more digits, and now the business seemed a bit tempting. But he still kept his sense and said: "No, no, no! Going to the Lundilli System 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 didn't hand over 90% of the money, he would eat every penny.
No, because the final decision on whether to release the person or not is the one who makes the final decision.
More than ten minutes later, the Gozanti-class transport ship from the Medical Technology Industrial Company was marked with medical equipment and drugs on the inspection record, and then was 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, "Compared to you, who is going to marry Lundili's daughter, but you are still a beast of a sixteen-year-old girl, why should I be more generous?"