A Spark of Hope [Rebels!]

[Frielle Kinniak]

BORLEIAS

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Rebel Base Imooda
Outside Pytheas, Capital of Borleias

Beyond the stonework of Pytheas, and just outside of their pyramid temples where roads are marked by the worn in treadmarks and repulsor plates. Laid the rebel base Imooda, named for the native reptile with a spiked tail. A landing strip for fighters had been dug out by hand, old buildings long since abandoned by a defunct lumber mill were now being turned into barracks, training facilities, armories, garages and everything else that the Alliance-in-Exile turned Rebel Underground would or could need.

Information about this particular meeting was sent out via the security device that had been handed out a previous rebel meeting. The cogs of war turned and would soon present an opportunity for the Rebels to strike fast and hard at one of the Imperial factions. Sleeper agents and information brokers were now tasked with ensuring the intelligence was correct. First and foremost, the united rebel group needed a head count of those willing to participate in the first of a series of actions.

Frielle sat in the traffic control tower and watched with a pair of holo-binoculars as fighters came in. Slowly, she lowered them down and looked over her shoulder, "how long until the landing pads are done?"

"Not too much longer, we manage to salvage a few from the older alliance bases should be coming in here shortly," a fellow rebel gruffed, a Bothan no less. Frielle returned her attention to the horizon. "Looks like Starchaser's arriving, I'll be back."

To say that Imooda needed work, was an understatement, but that wasn't going to hold this particular meeting back. At the last meeting, many weren't sure where this was going to go. All they really knew was that the Alliance-in-Exile had opened itself up to becoming a network, resources, people and anything else rebels would need. Now was the time to get everything and everyone together and see just who was willing to put their money where their mouth is.

Frielle got another look around the base as she strode alongside the landing strip. Dressed in a blue spacer leather jacket, Corellian flight pants with a bloodstripe or two running down the seam. White tunic tucked in neatly with a blaster tucked away in its holster, as black flight boots left imprints in the soggy dirt. "Starchaser, good to see you."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Alliance in Exile was becoming more and more a system of former Alliance soldiers fighting the good fight. The Republic was out there, and many had flocked to the new leadership, but Coren felt a bit constricted. He would be there to assist the other government, but he was a Jedi, he was a rebel. The way supporters of Republics and Alliances differed was enough for him to call himself the latter, even if he was going to support the former. The Jedi Master and rebel general was making his way towards the new base. The Sentinel Roving Fleet was still around, and while they hadn’t all arrived with Coren, long range scans would provide the announcement that a small compliment of ships had arrived in system.

An aging Assault Frigate entered the system, flanked by a mixed squadron, the Tiburons, of E-, U-, X-, and Y-Wings. At the front of the smaller squadron was the YT-2000 known as the Tachyon Rising, Coren Starchaser’s personal ship. Entering the system shortly after were three Gallofree GR-line transports. They were flanked by an additional pair of E-Wing fighters each. Making the call down to Borelalis, the Frigate Gundark had announced the arrival over encrypted channels.

“Alright Tibs, lets get down to the system. E-Wings, you’re tasked with staying up here and getting the transports down. Why and Yous, you’re unloaded gear, X-Wings, stay on ground but ready one.” The General ordered as his squadron as his own ship moved towards the system. His Sullustan co-pilot was taking the reigns and arguing with his astromech as Starchaser nodded and made his way to the back of the ship. He had a few things to gather before stepping out, though he could sense the SpecOps team that he had in the ship were all ready to get to work.

Soon, soon the new wave of rebellions would come.

Stepping out of his ship, the general was dressed in typical street clothes, but as he stepped out of the ship, he slipped into his leather jacket, with Alliance-in-Exile rank bars, indicating him as a general. He knew that should [member="Mazik Stazi"] see him like this, he’d have a fit, but the man was also a Jedi, though his lightsaber was under the jacket, in a chest holster, rather than at his hip. He lead the rebel teams off the ship and could hear the sounds of his squadron touching down around him.

“Captain.” He nodded, holding out a hand. “How are we looking on Borleais?”

[member="Frielle Kinniak"]

 

[Sol Stazi]

Sol grabbed the nautolan's wrist, stripping the vibroblade from his hand and launching his attacker over and onto his back. Before the young man could react he was holding the knife in a reverse grip against his throat.

"Again."

Captain Stazi backed away without offering to help the young cadet up, tossing the vibroknife onto the floor of the makeshift barracks between them. Hesitantly the young nautolan picked the blade back up, and came at him a second time. Sol flinched at the first thrust, a feint, before neatly dodging the second. When his trainee brought the knife back around for a third, the duros stepped inside his angle of attack, driving a neat elbow strike into his kidney. Doubled over in agony, the nautolan dropped his weapon, and the captain deftly snatched it up. He waved it around for all to see, before tossing it back in between them.

"Again."

The nautolan was much slower to get up this time, and when Sol realized another blundering assault wasn't imminent he sighed and turned his back in frustration, pacing. The trainee noticed this, and seizing upon the initiative he jumped to his feet and charged the duros from behind. At the last possible moment before being skewered, Stazi stepped aside, dragging his left foot so the nautolan would trip over his outstretched leg and trip he did.

"Now, what was his mistake?" the captain asked calmly, and rolled his eyes when he received nothing but blank stares.

"Cap'n!" one of his own troopers called out, interrupting his sage tactical advice.

"I'm in the middle of a lesson, Wise Guy."

"Sorry, sir," Wise Guy saluted apologetically, "General Starchaser just landed."

"Is that so?" Sol asked, stepping over the fallen nautolan with a broken nose on his way out of the barracks, "Hell, it's about time."

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Frielle Kinniak"]​

 

[Kira Vaal]

Two days prior she had managed to make connection with the rebel base and docked the Falcon, or at least as much as docked could mean in the middle of an old lumber yard. The YT series was currently stuck beneath the canopy of nearby trees, towed under and covered with sheets of plant like banners, simple yet effective at keeping her hidden from eyes in the sky.

Yet the Jedi who flew her had not stuck straight into the works of these Rebels, for she was still as much an outsider as she had ever been. Some contacts from the old days, mostly pre-alliance, the same who had managed to get word to her about this movement had given their stock of her which had allowed the landing at all, but the Alliance-in-Exile were still cautious of the ex-SIS despite her combat record.

It hadn’t bothered her though, it meant she had time to work on the ship. Borrowing tools that she didn’t have the credits or space to carry around the outer-rim, allowed her precious materials to take the deeper repairs under her wing. Already several components to the main sub-lights sat in various states across the area as several droids, loaned to her by one of the hanger technicians under-went vital maintenance. It had been a worthy distraction.

Yet a flotilla of ships was even more so.

An old friend…hopefully was again as much a distraction as the last.

Coren was one of those sorts who like Kira was involved far to much in the galaxy, yet not nearly enough. Perhaps even more so then Kira ever was or will be, he was there from the beginning with her, even before she had fully accepted her path. Yet he was also a die-hard Alliance boy, which following recent events may put a darker shade on any reunion. Yet in such times it aided not to be picky with ones friends. Especially when the galaxy was out to kill you.

So she stood, not far from where the Jedi had approached the ‘Captain’, pondering if she should merely walk-up and grab him in the sort of hug that showed the simple and plain truth.

She missed everyone.
The galaxy had torn her apart again and again and right now in front of her was familiarity, a luxury that in the years passed she had seldom if ever been accustomed to.

[member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Frielle Kinniak"]​

 

[H3xle]

Rebel - A Soldier whose pay is counted in morality.

Being a rebel didn't put much on the plate, less in the pocket. Taken from a purely economic frame of mind, being a rebel was bad for business.

Pocket change wasn't why one did it, though Morgana did her best to keep her morality on the down low when she was looking for work in the scum scuttled sewers of the galaxy.

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Morgana waited as the ramp got to the ground before she sauntered off. She had never really had sea legs and did her best to not show the weakness of being uneasy aboard ship. It didn't hurt that it looked downright dramatic when she was waiting, hip cocked, at the top of the ramp.

Not that she assumed she was always being watched.

Morgana wore a simple button up shirt tucked into trousers that hugged her hips. A web belt held pride of place on her hips, holding up a blaster on her left thigh, and a small cylinder on her right. Other items on the web belt were pouches that held a modest medical supply.

Once off of the ship, she paused and looked around. She'd had a beacon that had brought her here for so long she had thought it was either broken or forgotten.

She saw a collection of people moving inward from the hanger door, so she followed.

[member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Frielle Kinniak"]​

 

[Veino Garn]

Where there were Rebels, there was information, and where there was information, ORION was there. In this case, ORION himself, or as the rest of the galaxy knew him, Veino Garn. Saraai-Kaar of the Jensaarai, long-term Underground agent, and trouble maker extraordinaire, at least as far as imperialists were concerned.

"Get me an analysis of that data," Veino said into his earpiece as he strode along the landing pad. "Mark priority targets and all hostile patrol routes." A voice chirped back at him and he stood, wind whipping his great-coat around his body as he listened. "See if any of our droid informants know anything. See if we have friends with friends in the area. They're all over the place."

He waited for a few moments and then lowered his hand from his ear and turned towards the small flotilla. Starchaser had arrived. That was good. Starchaser was the face in charge of the whole shebang. Veino was a bit of an unknown, except for those who knew their Underground history. That was his goal, and for the most part, he was successful.

It helped now that he had begun to form and lead ORION, the Outer Rim Intelligence Operation Network, to synthesize the many intelligence agencies that he could manage to get a foothold in, tying them together loosely with the ever-secretive Jensaarai as the backbone tying all of them together. It had been quite the enterprise, but he was confident in the results and responses.

Everything had begun falling in place as he turned towards the landing strip to meet with Coren. Perhaps he would have new information that was needed to know.

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

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Goldie lowered her X-wing down carefully through the tree canopy on its repulsarlifts as the other pilots with the Rogue did until the landing struts touched the circular duracrete pad built atop the ground with a soft thud. Supposedly these landing pads were left over from a previous rebel base that had been located on Borleias during one of the great known wars of the galaxy. It was a testament to those brave souls who fought against tyranny before them as the pads had stood the test of time, well mostly.

After finishing the landing cycle, the Ralltiiri raised the canopy on the snubfighter and crawled out of the cockpit onto the port side closed strike-foil, then lowered herself down onto booted feet with well-practiced ease. She rolled her shoulders to relieve the tension that had built up during the hyperspace flight from the Corellian system where some of the Alliance-in-Exile had been spending their time at Kiris Base located at the edge of that system in the asteroid belt.

A whirl came from the droid socket on the fuselage where a blue R9 unit was anxiously awaiting the okay to disembark as well.

"No, Squeak... You stay with the ship for now and run the post-flight, hmm. I'll be back for my things and you as soon as I know what the sitrep is here on the ground," Ava replied to her loyal astromech droid, then the Lieutenant Commander began walking towards the building spotted through the tree line dressed in the standard rebel-orange flight suit in all its glory, if one could call it that.

It was good to see familiar faces as the Ralltiiri grew closer to the Rebels present. There were some new as well, and that was a positive sign. The Jedi Coalition/Alliance Underground needed all the help they could get.

[member="Frielle Kinniak"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Morgana Prior"] | [member="Veino Garn"]​

 

[Odium Ira]

[media]https://youtu.be/EFLFH8GW4gs[/media]​

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Above Borleias, a small fleet left hyperspace. At its center was the FDV Seventy-Eight of Denon, which was flanked by four corvettes. Inside her hangers sat six squadrons of fighters. Three were V7-Fenrir, two were Wyverns, and one Needle Fighter squadron. It may have been a bigger fleet than the other Rebel forces, but the droid fighters had slower hyperdrives, meaning they needed the larger boarder patrolling carrier to get places effectively. The hanger of the carrier then slide open, allowing the pratical swarm of droid fighters to leave and begin defensive duties. An encrypted transmission also came from the vessel to all rebel ships in a synthetic droid voice.

"This is the FDV Seventy-Eight of Denon. We are here to assist the Rebels."

From the flurry of starfighters, three Vulture Droids broke off and flew down to the surface. The three fighters landed on a single pad, with the main hull of Zeffer walking away from the pad, and towards the other rebels. He gave each of them a nod before seeing [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Frielle Kinniak"] . The massive droid gave them nods before responding.

"The Free Droid Vessel Seventy-Eight of Denon and her escort are currently in orbit and ready to assist."

[member="Ava Cartwright"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Morgana Prior"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Sol Stazi"]

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Rick might have become a Silver Jedi, but he still had many ties to the remaining Alliance Exiles.

Some of Rick's employees remained active members of the AiE, and had happened to hear of a meeting happening on this day. Afterwards, Rick had sent out a notification on an Alliance frequency he still possessed that he would be arriving.

Perhaps it was guilt that brought Rick to this planet. After all, he had failed to prevent Endgame, and forced to watch the GADF, of which he was an original member, become nearly demolished. There was still a lot that he owed the Alliance.

Yet at the same time, he had also come on his own free will. Rick wanted to see the faction he had supported for many years rise to its former glory, becoming the ultimate symbol of galactic peace once again. Perhaps then, he could learn from his mistakes.

A single LRAD-OR descended gently through the atmosphere of Borleias, carrying only Rick and his pilot. Today, he did not need much support. Rather, it would be him that was supporting the Alliance Exiles.

As the dropship approached the ground, it fell into line with a small group of starfighters that was also descending. A base came into view, likely repurposed from an older facility. There were multiple other small ships on rough strips of land, with their pilots chatting below. The LRAD-OR bent off from the starfighters and gently set itself down on a strip of unoccupied, relatively flat soil.

As the rear ramp opened up, Rick began to walk out of the ship in his signature white business suit, with a holopad in one hand.

 

[Frielle Kinniak]

The sounds of starfighters descending became something of an old song for Frielle. "We're getting there, I wouldn't say we're even seventy percent operational," she wasn't going to hold back or candy coat it. "We're taking what we can from an old base that used to be here, along with any other resources we can get our hands on." Frielle informed General Starchaser. Imooda had slowly been taking shape over the last few days and the hope was with new hands they could finish up within the week, two weeks if they're lucky. Borleias's windy touch gusted across the landing strips and the few landing pads that had been salvaged from the aforementioned old base.

Landing strips and landing pads now in the distance behind the two, barracks and dormitories approached on the left and right of the two as they walked across the pavement. Repulsor tanks and heavy vehicles rolled passed them in the background as flight crews worked starfighters into hangars and maintenance bays. Droids scurried along beside their pilots, orange jumpsuits began to crowd the landing space. Frielle and Coren happened upon [member="Sol Stazi"] as they turned the corner that led down to the first subterranian level. It was also the main garage as trucks escorted by rebel troops rolled up and out.

A crowd of rebels and volunteers seemed to gather around them and Frielle knew that they were here for Coren. He was a veteran of the wars, a well known face and name - respected and that's what they needed. They being the rag-tag group of rebels that held out here on Imooda, "intelligence from cells out in the Unknown Regions have started to come through." She began to say as they rounded another corner where before them stood a room of people.

It was as Frielle looked over her shoulder she spotted [member="Ava Cartwright"], "as I live and breathe, Rogue Squadron."

"An honor Commander," Frielle greeted with a salute. "Sorry I didn't see you earlier, apologies."

And then of course, the Vulture droid who couldn't even fit through the corridors designed for humanoids. "And... the Vulture droid, okay, well good to see you hopefully you can pick up on the briefing." A lot of work had been put into place to get this far, men and women throughout the Unknown Regions risked their lives for this. Frielle refused to see it go to waste and with the galaxy constantly at war, the opportunity to strike would soon unfold.

[member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="ZFR-9EI"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Morgana Prior"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

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By the time Goldie had made her way over to where the main group had gathered, the pilot's helmet was off and carried under her left arm with the pair of black gauntlet gloves tucked into her utility belt. The Ralltiri's long golden hair was pulled back into a messy bun she often wore while flying and the flight suit had been unzipped slightly from the top.

Steel blue eyes spotted [member="Frielle Kinniak"] as the young woman looked over her shoulder while the Rogue walked up. Ava saluted the other rebel pilot back and flashed her a friendly smile.

"No apology needed, Lieutenant Kinniak. Just glad to one of the many here to help," she nodded, then looked around. "You've done a lot in a short time with the base it appears. I'm impressed. Good job... By chance you got any fresh caf brewed? I could sure use a cup if you have some."

[member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="ZFR-9EI"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Morgana Prior"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Sol Stazi"]​

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Rick walked towards what he assumed was the main facility, a large compound surrounded by forests.

As he grew nearer, he observed the others who were with him. Small rebel groups and forces, all gathered together in a ragatag coalition. It resembled the Alliance at its founding - a small but determined group of individuals, seeking to make the galaxy a better place. The thought humbled Rick, who had been occupied within the Silver Jedi navy admiralty and the aggressive expansion of his company for the past year. Perhaps, one day, Outer Rim Military Engineering could become a corporate state for the greater good.

Rick suddenly heard a commotion to his left. A group of resistance members had gathered, surrounding two people in the center. He quickly recognized one of the two as Coren Starchaser. Another Alliance veteran, he had stayed with the Exiles while Rick had joined the Silver Jedi. Coren likely knew the people better than Rick did, and could easily bridge whatever gap may have formed between Rick and his former faction. But while there was still a slight tang of regret Rick held for leaving the Alliance, he knew that the Silver Jedi were the greatest hope for learning from the Alliance's mistakes.

Approaching the group, he quickly introduced himself.

"Hello, General Starchaser. And everyone else as well. I'm Rick Kaloo, former commodore in the GADF, and I think my company can still help your cause."

[member="Ava Cartwright"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Frielle Kinniak"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Jedi General was a big fan of working in these unilateral groups. The smaller rebel cells worked really well, but sometimes you needed a bit of command to help make things work smoothly. That was why he kept enforcing his Roving Line within the Alliance in Exile, and why he knew groups like Twilight Squadron, Rogue Squadron, and Wraith Squadron were still around, kicking arse and taking names.

It was good, he knew the people were arriving, the call had gone out and Rebels were still here. He was aware of only a fraction of the people who had arrived at Borelias. He was working with the Jedi so much lately that he had allowed others to pull in the rebels and Alliance types. But he still read the briefings. Life had paperwork now, for the General.

He could feel others around as he stepped out of his Tachyon Rising. His attention was on [member="Frielle Kinniak"] with a nod. He saw [member="Kira Vaal"] off to the side and would give a gentle nudge in the Force to the other Master, one who was always around when he needed her.

"Welcome Zeffer, we'll keep you linked in. Do you have the ability to transfer to a more... convenient frame,though? If we could provide one?" He was trying to not offend the droid, having a Vulture droid and its squadron here was definitely a bonus.

He signaled for his escorts to come, but more specifically towards Kira.

"Good, Kinniak. You're doing good work. I've got transports in bound with some extra supplies the Roving Line has been able to scare up. If you need some requisitions, I think our friends in the Smuggler's Alliance may be able to help." He offered a grin as he nodded [member="Rick Kaloo"] approached.

"Hey Rick, hows the business?"

Hopefully this was going to be the start of something big.

 

[Odium Ira]

The Vulture Droid looked between [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Frielle Kinniak"] . He could tell Frielle seemed annoyed by him being there, at least as fa as how to actually hold a meeting when he couldn't fit inside. Coren at least seemed a bit happier to see him, and had a suggestion. A more convenient frame? It was possible. The droid gave Coren a nod, saying "It is possible, though someone else would have to link me to the frame for transfer. Alternatively, if you can link a smaller droid frame to my network I could connect to it like I connect to my secondary hulls." Maybe not his best explanation ever, but hopefully they could figure something out. In all honesty he didn't even fully understand his own network system, so Zeffer wasn't even sure if you could link others to him. He then notice [member="Ava Cartwright"] , finally realizing they had met before.

"Greetings. I believe I saw you at the initial meeting."

[member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Morgana Prior"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Sol Stazi"]

 

[Rick Kaloo]

"The stock's a bit tight, but we're still expanding." replied Rick.​

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"At first, I wasn't too certain that there were still groups continuing the Alliance's legacy." continued Rick. "But, now I know better. My company has grown drastically, and we can offer plenty of support, from manpower to funding to modern weapons and vessels. Anything to make the galaxy a better place."

Now, Rick's tablet-sized holopad came into use. He drew it from his belt and activated it with a quick tap. It opened up to a scaled image of the Rapier laser rifle, one of ORME's newer products. Swiping directly on the screen, below the projected image, Rick showed another model, of one of ORME's older capital ship designs.

"The first image was one of our newest products, the first model of sustained-laser fire rifle in the galaxy." said Rick. "It has great range and extraordinary potential. The ship is the Pelta-II medical frigate, for treating the wounded after the Rapier rifles melt through the enemy. And there are many more Outer Rim Military Engineering products we can donate."

"Due to their ease of production, I can ship many of them to you en masse within a standard week or less."

[member="Ava Cartwright"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="[COLOR=#7a98a2]Frielle Kinniak"][/COLOR]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

He didn't have a code cylinder and hadn't been at the first meeting, but recent events had driven him away from his home system back into Outer Rim Coalition space. But now with his official power over his own House removed and limited and the threat of the Sith growing every stronger he reached out to the only man he knew with the resolve to do what was needed to turn the tide of darkness. Luckily Coren had responded and given him these coordinates...An old Alliance Jedi security code got him cleared to land despite his lack of the cylinder.

As his freighter touched down on the base he could see the progress they were making on the makeshift base. He could only guess that it wasn't their first nor only base. He'd heard rumors when he was in Coalition space of an Alliance holdout somewhere in neutral space but he didn't even have a name on the system.

The old man's eyes flicked from left to right, memorizing and noting details of the base. Best places to set up an ambush, places that needed better fortification, and the like. It was obvious the base wasn't completed but he was sure he'd have some way to help shore up the defenses here. Constructing a base from scratch was difficult, of that he knew from decades of experience and dozens of battles. In all honesty, he wanted to be done with war. Not very Mandalorian of him, he knew, but war was so much different from fulfilling a bounty or mercenary contract. War held stakes unlike any in the Galaxy and he had been in too many wars and lost too much to be fond of them.

When the landing gear touched the surface and the boarding ramp fell he was already waiting to get off. The air of Borleias was like a fresh smack to the face. He'd been in space so long he forgot what air that hadn't been through a recycler tasted like. He took the moment to just...breathe before he made his way into camp. It was busy, and bustling but despite that he was easily able to pinpoint Starchaser. As expected he his life was running 100 km/h and a crowd followed him wherever he went. He'd linger behind the group and wait for the crowd to disperse before he ambushed the Jedi General.

[member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="ZFR-9EI"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Ava Cartwright"] [member="Frielle Kinniak"] ​

 

[Kira Vaal]

She felt the nudge. A comforting familiar feeling just on the edge of her consciousness that was more reassuring then even the most in-depth conversation could ever be. It gave her faith to trust in what they were building around them, to hold onto the hope that they had been given and most of all to let the Force guide them as it always had, even in these years of growing darkness.

She could’ve gone across with the rest, crowded the new arrivals and pressed for her own personal audience, but right now she had other matters that needed her attention. She released another nudge right back at [member="Coren Starchaser"], hoping it would be as reassuring to him as his had been to her.

Nice to see you space cowboy.

The small rebel base wasn’t much more then several old buildings that had hastily been turned into what they needed them to be. A mechanical centre where they could fix what little ships they had, a barracks which doubled more as a free hotel for passing agents of this movement and a headquarters/communication room. It was the latter that she headed to at this point, having given several years worth of hyper-lanes that had been used by her and the Rebellion during Great Galactic War.

Hopefully they had managed to make some use of it, as well as working on her request. After all it was time that the Jedi themselves rebuilt, Coren was seeing to that along with several other Jedi who had survived the Sith’s destruction of the Alliance. However they needed resources, and she hoped that in a databank full of history they could at least find something of use. Hopefully.

 

[Eliza Steele]

Borleias Orbit ​

Aboard the Corellian Dawn​

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[member="Ronak"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Frielle Kinniak"]​

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The nav computer ticked down to zero, then Eliza Steele brought the Corellian Dawn out of hyperspace, snapping the lush rain forested world of Borleias into plain view before them out the viewport. The dark-haired Corellisi threw a look over to the Wookiee at the controls in the co-pilot's chair, then one back at Ronak sitting in one of the passenger seats in the rear of the cockpit. The Shistavanen had caught a ride with the petite smuggler to join up with the other light-side Force users making up the Jedi-Rebel Coalition network.

"We've arrived, kid. Should only take us about ten minutes to get down as we already have a clearance code to land at the rebel base. You're not the only valuable asset we two are transporting," she smirked with a soft chuckle, then went back to piloting the YT-1930 light freighter through the lower atmosphere to their destination.

In the cargo holds amongst the requested supplies by the Alliance-in-Exile command were donated cases and kegs of various booze to set up a decent cantina on the base... What? They were rebels for Force sake!

 

[Ronak]

It had been a while since Ronak had joined the meeting of rebels and received the device connecting him to the rebel network. Months of silence had made him think that they had no use for a youngster with little skill and less social standing, but then the [member="Frielle Kinniak"] had called anyone to action who was willing to help. Willing he was, but a ship he did not possess and a secret rebel place was not a place to easily get to by hitchhiking. Luckily, the device connected him to some other rebels and one had reacted to his call for support: [member="Eliza Steele"] . When the Corellian had picked him up, the wolfman had been quite surprised but also more than grateful for the help.

Now, he was sitting behind her and her Wookie co-pilot and admiring their skill in maneuvering their swift freighter. "We've arrived, kid. Should only take us a bout ten minutes to get down as we already have a clearance code to land at the rebel base. You're not the only valuable asset we two are transporting" , the smart woman told him with a smirk. What that was supposed to be Ronak had no idea, but she had been friendly enough to help him out, so he had no reason for distrust. "Tell me how I can help!", he growled in a friendly way to offer his help. The Wookie Rahl roared something the wolfman failed to understand and glanced towards [member="Eliza Steele"] in a way of asking for a translation.

 

[Eliza Steele]

Borleias ​

Rebel Base​

Corellian Dawn Arrival
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[member="Ronak"]

Eliza passed over the Rebel Base Imooda at low altitude, then circled back around to make a final approach. There was an oddball mix of ships that sprinkled the magshift tarmac at the edge of where several old buildings stood. A couple of the vessels the Corellian recognized. It was good to see they were here.

The petite smuggler brought the Corellian Dawn down on its repulsarlifts; the landing struts making contact with the hard earth with only a slight puff of dirt and dust from the shear weight of the light freighter.

As soon as the YT-1930's engines were shut down and post-flight checklist done, the Dawn's captain hit the button to lower the starboard boarding ramp and stood from her seat. Eliza's chocolate drop orbs gazed at Ronak and she flashed the Shistavanen a lopsided grin.

"Naw, kid... You go on ahead to the meet and greet. It's important to introduce yourself and network in with the kind folks gathered here. Rahl and I will catch up with you shortly. We got our cargo to unload... Thanks though," the Corellisi answered with an encouraging nod to the youth, then the brunette patted the Wookiee's broad shoulder as it was time to get to work before any pleasantries.