Delila Castillon
#OldRedheadsReign
@[member="Anemone Nivalis"] -- Jungles of New Plympto
Through the generosity of a private donor, Delila had came into possession of one Nebulon-B Frigate. Massive, old and in need of repairs. Yet it was free. Towing it to the remote Protectorate planet of New Plympto had been a challenge but the vessel was now nestled between towering trees and thick vines. Again, not an ideal location. When an organization was working with little money, resources and didn't want their location to be revealed these were the steps one had to take.
Plans to turn the Nebulon-B Frigate into a hospital ship were well underway. A hodge-podge mix of Rebels had been working on converting the ship over physically and restoring the old gal to her former glory. Or trying to. Folks who had never picked up a wrench were working on the vessel. Yet she wasn't going to turn down any help or assistance. Couldn't be choosy at this point in the formation of the Rebel Alliance.
So, here she was, hiking through the thick jungle to the site with Anemone Nivalis. Dells needed her medical-minded brain on where to exactly put things for ease of use. The only problem? She hadn't exactly told her sort-of adopted baby sister why they were hiking through the jungle. Or about the Alliance.
"Aren't going to die on me before we get there, are you Nivalis?"
Through the generosity of a private donor, Delila had came into possession of one Nebulon-B Frigate. Massive, old and in need of repairs. Yet it was free. Towing it to the remote Protectorate planet of New Plympto had been a challenge but the vessel was now nestled between towering trees and thick vines. Again, not an ideal location. When an organization was working with little money, resources and didn't want their location to be revealed these were the steps one had to take.
Plans to turn the Nebulon-B Frigate into a hospital ship were well underway. A hodge-podge mix of Rebels had been working on converting the ship over physically and restoring the old gal to her former glory. Or trying to. Folks who had never picked up a wrench were working on the vessel. Yet she wasn't going to turn down any help or assistance. Couldn't be choosy at this point in the formation of the Rebel Alliance.
So, here she was, hiking through the thick jungle to the site with Anemone Nivalis. Dells needed her medical-minded brain on where to exactly put things for ease of use. The only problem? She hadn't exactly told her sort-of adopted baby sister why they were hiking through the jungle. Or about the Alliance.
"Aren't going to die on me before we get there, are you Nivalis?"