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2BB-2

The droid chirps a cheerful farewell to Mhar-li, considerably more relieved after not being tractored into a Star Destroyer. Leaving the seats to the organics, the Droid securely tethered himself out of the way.

Sirra plops into a seat and leans back.

Winta

"Mission accomplished," she said to Lieutenant Bek, as she took her seat and buckled herself in.
"2BB-2 has the info."

2BB-2

On cue, the Astromech droid fired up his holoprojector, annotating the scale and magnitude of the data they had retrieved, more than they had initially hoped for.

Amos

He sat back in his chair, ran a hand through his hair.

"Wish they had some beer on this tub. Right about now I could get drunk."

GM

Outside, the Quadjumper detaches and with a goodbye flash of its amber lights swings into a side tunnel, taking Mhar-li back towards the Goazon Badlands and the rest of her crew.

The YT-1250 continues, whooshing out of the ventilation shaft into the Jakku sunset, a noisy mob of steelpeckers in its wake.

Silhouetted against the sun, it noses up and goes ballistic with a flare of its sublight engines.

Your mission on Jakku is a complete success.

The cockpit of the Bargon Flit. J.B. is likely relieved to be back at the helm of a fully-featured starship, and one that has been upgraded by the specialist workshops of the Colossus space station.

Alongside Lieutenant Bek, they pilot the ship into orbit as the others catch their breath and 2BB-2 queues up his holo-slides.

The light freighter cruises above from the luminous curve of the planet. To one side the vast, glowing blue exhausts of the Star Destroyer can be seen, heading in the wrong direction.

Bek turns in his seat, regarding you all with his octopoid-like eyes. It's a look of pride and excitement. The desperate fight to save the Galaxy from an eternal darkness just became more hopeful.

"Excellent news, Winta. Well done all of you." He says.

He chuckles at Amos's comment and opens a small hatch with a chrome handle, built into the lower console.

"I thought you might say that Amos." Bek says, pulling out a chilled six-pack of Ebla beer in green glass bottles.

He hands it off, as 2BB-2 starts his projection.

"So, what have you got for us, my little friend?" Asks the Lieutenant.

The BB-unit projects a wall of astrogation data from the Star Destroyer, highlighting and extracting the Ghidrah subroutines that look distinctive even to an untrained eye. A different coding language altogether.

They contain key information. Hypertransceiver co-ordinates.

2BB-2 has done some crunching on these in the background and approximates them on a star map.

Ghidrah node designated GH-531, located in the Unknown Regions in grid H13. Not on any star map.

It will require an unusual hyperspace route, from Jakku straight through the narrow band of the Expansion Region and Mid Rim.

A straight shot to nowhere.

"It's achievable." Declares Bek, "Our class point-four hyperdrive can get us there in time. But this whole line between us and the Unknown Region is compressed by gravity rips. It will be a bumpy ride."

Bek strokes his rubbery chin.

"All we know about our destination is that it's a secret Imperial facility now in the hands of the First Order. So ready your battle gear."

The journey should take about two hours.

Preach

One small success, and off into the maelstrom. He used his time to rest and meditate in or on the Force.

Winta

"Fine, " she responded. "I'll get some shut-eye."

and she lent more into the chair and shut her eyes.

Amos

He gave the captain of the ship a weary smile and took only one of the glass bottles.

"If we are going to be back in it in a couple of hours, this is all that I can afford." he said. "Thanks."

Amos twisted the cap off and sat back to enjoy his drink before getting some sleep until things went to shit again.

2BB-2

With the co-ords locked in and the next danger just a short time away, it was a matter of running diagnostics, checking and if possible replenishing internal stores, ensuring that conditions were optimised for the task ahead.

Jix

It is good that they have had success and that it is recognised, but it will all be for nothing if they cannot complete this final phase. She will do her best. She secures herself ready, weapon and first aid kit to hand, whatever is needed first.

Sirra readies and checks her rifle, pauses, says nothing ... and waits.

GM

Lieutenant Bek plots a course and 2BB-2 runs the numbers, connecting to the astrogation computer.

The rest of the crew settle into their seats. J.B. piloting, warming up the hyperdrive. Winta sitting back and closing her eyes, the weight of command reliquished for now. Amos relaxed, legs stretched out, sipping his cold beer. Preach, sat upright, focused on the middle distance, breathing calmly and meditating. In the fold-out seats, ready to jump on the turret guns if needed, Jix sits quietly taking inventory of the team's medical supplies. Next to her, Sirra cleans the Xciter on her blaster rifle, alert and attentive.

Light years away, on a moon of Endor amidst the wreckage of the second Death Star, Rey retrieves the Sith Wayfinder, the holocron that will allow the Resistance to navigate through sub-hyperspace to Exegol. In the Emperor's derelict throne room, she comes face to face with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren for their final duel.

As lightsabers ignite, the first battle for the fate of the Galaxy begins. But it will be at the last battle when those who control Ghidrah will deal the decisive blow.

The navicomputer blinks green. Co-ordinates locked.

Lieutenant Bek nods to J.B., "No time to lose. Ghidrah is waiting."

Hyperdrive engaged. The stars stretch into lines of white light.

Outside. The Bargon Flit leaps passed light speed and onto its next critical mission.

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