Collan and Niil: Rescue on Chabosh

[Niil Spaar]

Niil nodded and chuckled.  "That would've been an ugly firefight, but you sold them on the whole spice-head routine.  It was starting to get on my nerves."

[GM Craig]

The ride the rest of the way to the survivors is uneventful, and the speeder truck pulls into the old bunker without incident.

Surprised walking wounded crowd around the truck, and you see for the first time hope on some faces that they might actually get off this place.

[OOC: OK, how to proceed? You guys have some time before you need to move, but I need you know how your going to go about getting everyone there. There's plenty of room in the truck for the non-mobile wounded and the injured, and survivors can drive it if you guys want the swoops.]

[Niil Spaar]

Niil looked at the survivors, then back at the truck and the pair of swoops, and blew out his breath while he rubbed at his forehead in thought.  "Well, we've got ourselves a decent haul to get to the extraction point, and I have my doubts that we're going to get all the way there before we're spotted . . . or run into a checkpoint."

He turned to Vissa and his people, and said, "Okay, we have some time to get things squared away before we bug out, and I hope to contact HQ before that to get a SITREP.  If our assault team's had success in securing the bunker, then we've got a seventy-five klick dash to make.  Worst case is head for the alternate extraction point, which is close to two hundred klicks away.  The good and bad point of that is that's it's drek terrain and isolated, and puts our timetabe in a hell of a pinch."

Niil punched up a map of the area on his noteputer so that it covered an area large enough that included the secondary extraction point down on the deck of the truck, and shrugged.  "Two questions come to mind, and the first one's gonna be odd, so . . . okay, first of all, does anyone know of any festivals or celebrations that usually happen around this time of year around the area I've got showing on the map here?  Maybe something that we can somehow take advantage of to pass us off as, umm, celebrants?  It might not stop an Imperial checkpoint, but it might reduce our chances of being stopped or - The Force forbid - fired upon."

"Second question . . ."  He jabbed a finger at the pair of swoops that were being off-loaded, " . . . does anyone have decent experience driving these monsters?"

[GM Craig]

Vissa shakes his head. "Since the Empire reoccupied the planet, there's been no public gatherings. People are hunkered down. There's some movement - need to keep the taxes coming in and all that, but nothing like a festival. But we know the lay of the land, and with the swoops, you can scout ahead and make sure the way is clear. We got people that can drive the truck."

[GM Craig]

[OOC: I think Corey is MIA. Ball is on your court, Darren.]

[Niil Spaar]

Niil nodded.  "All right, then.  Let's take a few minutes to check out a map of the area between here and our objective first so Collan and I can familiarize ourselves better."  He chuckled grimly.  "I don't want to malf up and lead us into the mother of all cul-de-sacs."

He glanced back at the swoops, and blew out his breath.  "I guess Collan and a I are going to put on some some armor and head-gear if we're going to driving these sub-light beasts.  So . . . let's get the non-mobile and seriously wounded into the truck first, as well as many supplies as we can.  We can cache the rest of the supplies if we run out of room."