codewalker
851 ABY :: Shadda-Bi-Boran Swamp
- [member="Evoros"] - [member="Noah Corek"] - [member="Dish"] -

A sudden string of happy beeps and whirls erupted from outside of Jrurki’s crude lean-to made of a bolt-hole-ridden fighter wing. She stopped stirring her soup and left to see what her droid was on about, exactly. As soon as she had ducked out of her hut into the darkened swamp, she had to swat at the flies beginning to swarm around her face. But her face did not stay scrunched up in disgust for long once she saw her knee-high gold-and-blue bot rolling back and forth excitedly near their sparking distress beacon set-up.
“Eefour!” she exclaimed. “You did it!” She took to her knees by her little friend and threw her arms around him.
The two, an SIS cartography team, had been stranded planetside for weeks after a free-roaming pirate crew had shot them down over Shadda-Bi-Boran. They had been tinkering with that antenna, trying to get a signal out, since day two, after setting up shelter.
The primitive beacon was of course all that Jrurki and Eefour could muster with the scavenge from their downed X-Wing, and in such it lacked much, such as an encrypter. Jrurki would not think about it until much later, but she was unwittingly asking anyone to come find her.
Jrurki straightened up. “We should tell them to land on the plains,” she suggested. “The groundquakes are pretty bad--”
Eefour’s next beeps were somewhat annoyed: their beacon could not send a message that long.
“Okay, okay, buddy, I hear ya,” she conceded. “You’re right.”
Getting up and patting her companion on the head, she headed back inside to her dinner of nerf stew, polystarch bread, and powdered blue milk: the last of her military rations.