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2BB-2

A cheerful nod of the sensor array to the Ryllian in response, the maneouverable droid orienting to grapple himself upwards in short order. One hard part was done, now they just needed to safely extract, first from the wreck, and then from the planet.

Winta

"Ok. Well done, 2BB-2," she praised the droid.

Then she added to everyone, "Now, no-one do anything foolish in the excitement of getting what we came for - like falling down the hole."

"Let's get off this wreck. Same running order as we came."

Amos

He nodded at the orders and moved to the exit, eyes sweeping the outside for any trouble before letting any of the others out. Once he cleared it, Amos moved out of the way to let the others out to get to their mounts.

Jix

He mounts a rearguard action as this is what soldiers do. Then moves back to his mount for the journey back, he keeps his gun at the ready though.

Preach

He waited for his turn and then silently turned towards the exit and made his way carefully back the way he had come. He agreed with the sentiment take the time it needed, they still had a long way to go.

Jelly Bean

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Jelly Bean moved with the group, toward the back of it though. She had done her work and not the defenders needed to see them all, but especially BaBay, to safety. As she saddled up, she rubbed her cheek. The sting of the molten metal that splashed her face would probably scar. She could probably get some bacta packs and have the docs make it all shiny again... but Jelly Bean wasn't sure she wanted that. She never had a choice before in whether she got injured and then healed up, nice and pretty again for the next scum who liked to play rough and hurt people. But she made a choice this time. She got hurt, and she had the choice to live with the marks of it if she wanted.

So weird. Not that anyone would ask, but how could she ever hope to explain that kind of logic. She smiled and saddled up. So weird. Weird day. But there was a galaxy to save, right?

Winta

She got 2BB-2 into the net and secured the net to the mount, before mounting up herself.

She let Jix take the rear of the group, and let the ones at the front select the route. Winta's attention was on the sky and on the scavengers' camp..

Sirra walked about in the middle, her face impassive.

Really. Her brush with death had not bothered her as much as one would think. She considered herself dead already, and was living on extra time.

"Hopefully, they are doing alright back at the camp."

she says quietly.

She seemed to play as if it wasn't really a big deal, but anyone who could read her could tell she was actually concerned. She cared. She never used to care. She had causes, she didn't care about people. Only ... that was no longer the case. She seemed to have acquired a damnable conscience and empathy along with her thirst for vengeance from her 'death'.

She hated it ...

Jelly Bean

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Hearing Sirra's words and the concern in them, Jelly Bean slipped her googles back in place and and scanned the distance in the direction of the scavenger camp from her saddle. Sirra wasn't the only one with a worry and the belief that they put these people ina bad spot. The Resistance wasn't the Rebellion, right? That's what she's been told. Not much point in defeating the bad guys if it turns out you aren't actually the good guys in the eyes of those you should be fighting for... help the people who need it most. Don't turn your back on them when you've got what you came for.

GM

Primary objective complete.

You're one step closer to saving the Galaxy from the Sith Eternal.

The sun-scorched carcass of the Inflictor has reliquished its dark secret after 35 years.

As the last of your team hurries back across the twisted walkway, something explodes in the astronav computer and the whole enclosure breaks away, tumbling into the abyss.

The clamour as it bounces down through the wreck, crashing off scrap metal, is so loud that it turns the heads of the Varactyls and seems to echo across the desert.

Hundreds of yellow eyes suddenly awaken in the darkness and a din of squawking, screeching rises from the depths.

You see creatures with feathers, leathery wings, toothed beaks and talons and serpent tails. But the Ripper-raptors are too late for an early supper.

Mounted up, you ride out at a sprint. You focus now on what lies ahead.

***

We fade from the bridge of the Inflictor to the bridge of the Silencer, pristine and gleaming black.

A junior officer in sharp grey uniform hurries from a technician's console to where a supervisor stands on the walkway, standing out in his double-breasted teal.

"Sir," She says, a sheen of sweat on her ebony skin, "Our informants planetside report that a Quadjumper has delivered a cargo container directly to scavengers in the desert, avoiding the checks at Niima Outpost."

The supervisor frowns.

"And what do they want us to do about it, Lieutenant?" He asks, severe.

"Well, they thought it was suspicious, sir, and that we might want to investigate."

"Might we now? Unkar Plutt wants us to chase down some raggedy scavs dodging his taxes."

"It came in by orbital transfer, sir. We... didn't search it."

The supervisor clears his throat and hardens his tone, feeling as if his authority is being questioned.

"And nor should we have, Lieutenant." He says, adding, "We're not here to catch smugglers.

"If the opportunity arises, we might make a more thorough check. For now, dismissed, Lieutenant."

And the supervisor is indeed dismissive.