Atrivis Sector

[GM Craig]

The tech looks serious.

Buzz responds in the background, "<BU-ZZ: $confirmed>"

"Ma'am. We can have the shield off the ship in thirty minutes. We can make the ship ready to depart while that is going on, so as soon as the loading bay doors are closed we can lift off. The jump to Mantooine," she lifts a datapad while she is speaking and types furiously, "would take about 45 hours."

While the tech is speaking, you activate your comlink. It takes a few moments for the other end to pick up, and you hear a blast of a rowdy bar scene.

[Nim Naja]

“Gah!” she cringed at the party music and shoved the comm away towards the droid, grumbling. "That's how you get tinnitus. Buzz, take this and try to get Trax’s attention.”

Nim looked at the tech and blinked for a second, realizing everything she asked was already answered. “Brilliant. You're with me. Tell the captain we might be rolling out the payload and lifting off within the hour. It'll be one of the two or both. And get me a secure connection to Rebel command.”

Meanwhile she placed a pseudo-mental call to the local faction leaders, and started to rub her temple. Was she even properly sober yet?

Kark. I need Trax here. Kark! I need Maris here! Is she even on the ship?!

“KARK!” she shouted into the bay to no one in particular.

[Trax]

"Hello!" Trax yelled over the comm.  "Who is this?" he waited a few seconds and couldn't hear anything.  The man was about to end the call when he heard a familiar word from a familiar voice.

KARK!

"Nim?!  What's wrong?"

[GM Craig]

Trax hears a bunch of unintelligible beeping on the comlink.

Meanwhile on the ship, Buzz beeps and hands the comlink to Nim.

[Nim Naja]

Was no one answering their karkin’ comms tonight? Nim silently scolded the rebel faction leaders and kept trying the call with her implant. While jogging to the meeting room she whipped out a datapad and calculated all of the times the tech had given her so she knew roughly when each would happen as soon as the first depending on what the first was. Right now that was about the only way to keep it all logical in her head.

Buzz beeped and handed the other comm with his teeny little arms. “Trax!” she yelled before it was even in her hands. “Mate, change of plans. I need you back on the ship, or kicking down doors if I can’t get a hold of the leaders fast enough.”

[Trax]

"Wait...What?!" Trax yelled into the comm.  "Hang on..."

The noise of the bar was all Nim could hear for a few seconds.  Trax waded through the patrons to get to Carver.

"Hey, something's up.  Nim needs to get a hold of the brass asap."

[GM Craig]

Lt. Carver frowns, then yells to be heard, "They'll probably still be arguing in the command centre. Failing they, they all have quarters in the headquarters, so we can get them easy enough."

[Trax]

“We need to talk to them, now.” he said to Carver before responding to Nim over the comm.

“I’ll round up the Command staff and get back to you.”

[GM Craig]

With Lt. Carver backing you up, you manage to extricate yourself from the still celebrating crowd, pleading "Official Rebellion Business, sorry." It is a few minutes walk back to the command centre, but you make it in two at a run. The guards on the door make to stop you, but Lt. Carver cows them, and you are back inside. A quick query from Carver, and you learn the command staff are still inside the command centre itself. Carver talks the two of you past the guards, and quickly Trax is standing before an irritated and tired looking group of Fest Militia leaders.

Enric Meday glares at Trax. "You have a lot of nerve barging in here. I said we would contact you when we were ready."

[Trax]

OOC: Is there any communication equipment in the room? I’d like to get Nim in a position to talk to and hear everyone.

[GM Craig]

You have a comlink. Otherwise, this looks pretty informal. It's not like there is a command console. But, everyone would be able to hear her if she speaks.

[Trax]

Trax ignored Meday for the moment as he called Nim. When the woman answered he spoke, first over the comm and then to Meday.

“Passing you to Meday.” He said before offering his comm to the man.

“You need to take this.”

[Nim Naja]

"My apologies for the disruption, but there's been a change in plans."

Nim closed the door to whatever room she was in.

"I received information from an unverified source that the Imperial battlefleet will be here in.." She looked at her wristcomp for a second although it didn't really matter. "Less than six hours."

(Ooc: not sure on the technical name of the fleet, also don't want to give the full name in case it's something very specific and can be traced)

[GM Craig]

On the comlink, there is silence. In the command centre, the leaders of the militia are all looking at each other.

Valaera Streng purses her lips. "We knew this would happen eventually."

Enric Meday sighs, and Nim can hear him say away from the comlink, "I know. We thought we'd have more time."

Raddi Dulius says, "If we had the shield we could protect the city..."

Enric Meday says, in an irritated voice that Nim can hear, "I know!"

Alys Madine says, "Like I said, we could hold up in the mines. But if they bombard the mountain they'll seal us in. We could survive maybe a week in there, but that's it."

Enric Meday says, "I know!!"

Streng then says, "Well, if you know everything, then it's time for a decision, Enric. There's only one way forward that doesn't get thousands of people killed."

There is silence before Meday says again, in a defeated voice. "I know." He lifts the comlink. "Ms. Naja, it appears we have little choice. How long would you need to set up the shield? And what would you need from us."

Around the command centre, the others move into action, heading to communications consoles and other terminals in the room, leaving only Valaera Streng at the table. Trax can hear them issuing commands and putting plans in motion. From what Trax can gather, it sounds like they are preparing to defend against a ground assault.

[Nim Naja]

“A couple of hours to set up the shield. We have techs, from you I need security. Once it’s unloaded from the ship we have to high tail it to the next planet and hope we make it in time.”

Nim paused, considering her words carefully. “We need your courage and determination. There are a dozen some other planets in open rebellion spurred by you. Even more will rally. So we cannot, must not allow the Imperials to take Fest back. For yourselves and for others that look to you now.

“You need to work with everyone to set aside the rivalries. Reach out to the other factions somehow. Get in touch with the miners. We can buy more time for the Alliance to send supplies and weapons by working together.”

Nim knew it wasn’t the most inspiring words ever, but Enric seemed to be more of the pragmatic sort anyway. She did, however, know this might be their very last communication.

“Enric. Is there anything you need from me?”