Bespin was but a tiny orange dot in the distance, and the small convoy of freighters still had a long way to go before they could unload thier cargo. The cargo from the buyer worlds and bespin was a monotonous trip. Back and fourth, back and fourth all the time. It was amazing that the average person could stand up to such a stagnant time table.

However, little did they know that today thier routine would be broken, and thier time table, disrupted. Soon they would pray for the return of thier boring life.



Opening up on the convey with every gun they had, the two Terakesh Gunships soon polished off the four lead fighter escorts, leaving the fifteen Gallofree freighters at thier mercy.

They swiftly turned thier attention on the frieghters, firing bolt after bolt of green turbolaser fire into thier sides. The little transport's frail hulls couldn't stand up to the punishment and buckled soon after under the punishment.

The freighters had soon become just another cluster of space junk, floating in space.