Into the Sea of Sands

[Tristram Senan]

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Nameless Town on Tatooine​

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The Resistance was always in need for more supplies. A migrant fleet demanded more resources than what was humanly imaginable, especially when battles and sharing with the needy was thrown into the mix. For this reason when Tristram began to hear rumors of a Galactic Empire supply ship going down over Tatooine he knew that there was a chance to grab someone else's supplies for the Resistance. The main issue was that he needed to figure out a way to keep who was behind the operation a secret until he found the wreckage. Good thing he already had an idea about how to do that.

After putting out some feelers onto the holonet, Tristram had arrived at a small town nearest to the general area that the rumors placed it around. He was already in the local bar where he was suppose to meet up with those who responded to his message. Several empty bottles of beer were also lined up in a crescent around his spot at the table in the back he had taken up. With a fresh bottle in one hand and a datapad in the other, he had a great view of the entrance. Stormtroopers had been coming in and out since he got there. The streets always seemed to have a patrol as well. A good sign. A little town out in the middle of nowhere would barely have a handful of soldiers at best to keep the peace, if that, so for it to fill more like a key garrison city instead meant that the rumors must be dead on. All he had to do was hope his new friends showed up quickly so they could beat them in finding the wreck.

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Unknown Area in the Desert​

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Things had gone wrong, horribly wrong. Engine failure or sabatoge or myrnocks, the trooper didn't know. All he knew was that something failed and now he was sitting in a corner of the hold with a broken leg. Everyone else was dead or just not responding. Coms were gone and the distress beacon was beyond trashed. The only good thing was that the munitions in the hold had not gone off. There would be nothing left of the ship let alone any chance for survival if that had happened. Not that there was much of a chance of survival left for him in this situation. The power didn't exist anymore so there was no way to get doors opened or for oxygen to circulate or for the heat of the day and chill of the night to be damped. As bad as it was inside though, he wasn't about to head outside the wreck. There were sounds, eerie sounds. Raiders probably, but sometimes they sounds more monstrous. No way of knowing what. It just sounded like death.

[member="Natsuki Xao"] [member="Karsan Calnov"]

 

[Natsuki Xao]

[SIZE=11pt]On board a XS-800 light freighter, Natsuki stood peering out of one of the cockpits windows. Beside her sat a AC series droid with its mechanical hands operating the craft’s controls. Another day another delivery. Or so that’s what the Pantoran woman was assuming. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Miss Xao, we’re about to land.” The droid stated in friendly yet matter of fact tone. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It wasn’t long until the ship made contact with the Tatooine soil. Not only that but Natsuki upon hearing the news hastily made way to the cargo bay. After all she had to be sure everything was in check. She grabbed the nearest datapad and began to make count of each supply crate that passed her. “Be sure that we pack tightly. I don’t want any space to be wasted” she directed. Workers and droids alike assisted with carrying out the tasks. It felt odd that she had to take command. Still she did her best to brush this feeling aside. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Deciding to scope outside the warm desert air wasn’t exactly something Natsuki admired. “Blech” she raising her hand in a flat palm viser manner on her forehead. She squinted searching for something or rather someone. Finally she spotted Tristram and made her way to where he was stationed. “I do hope you have not been waiting for awfully long. Especially in this dreadful heat. But it does look like you got yourself a nice refresher,” she said gesturing at the beer bottle in his hand. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“So tell me. What do we go that we are dealing with?” [/SIZE]

@Tristam Senan [member="Karsan Calnov"]