Datunda
29 Nelona
12731
a.k.a.
1008:05:29 RR
It's evening at last on an incident-packed day.
We are not done yet.
I have been snacking when I got a chance to keep my systems going, but listen, when an opportunity comes up I am going to get someone else to take a shift of piloting the Loaner Shuttle Shenanigans while Davish and I flop for some decent sleep.
At minimum, a standard hour.
I am at the brink of the point where filling one metaphorical need no longer compensates for the empty fumes in another.
I notice that I keep finding chances to tell people that I love them. Particularly the Beskar Aran. The enemy is going to try to use this against somebody. Good luck, buddy: my actual point is that no matter how vile this planetary system gets, they should know on a no-question-about-it level that they are loved.
No strings attached. No return required.
I want it to be a fact like bioelectric processing. The political mess here is trying to kill us. If it gets me -- if it gets any of them -- I want them to know, in the midst of the nastiest that can be flung around, that they are loved.
Also, that preceding is incontrovertible evidence of me needing a nap and a cookie! I get stubborn and yelly when my serotonin gets out of balance. Maybe I'll wrap up in my cloak during this rescue job. When I'm not cheering on my favorite racing pilot in the entire Galaxy.
We landed near the southern end of Needle Forest Canyon, in the fog, to use the sewer entrance. I expect fewer filters to slow us down. We did have to do some team-based lockpicking on an LTRON digital control panel for the access hatch, but we fortunately packed along all the right tools: my "hairpin" and "souvenir travel chopstick", a Mentat with a Medglove, Danar's lockbox of Reserve Voradelli Chocolates in gold foil, and So'Zen with a double handful of snow.
At the top of the ladder, Reese does his thing. the console disgorges a directory of the various 'freshers in this base. The room to our east is the Command and Control center. The double doors to the west are the fastest route to the Mess Hall ... which is where I need to be. So'Zen and I head that way while getting our minds set for the fight we know we are about to face.
Dark Troopers.
Davish says these are the Mark Threes --
but the Empire never put them into service. No clones inside... just recorded tactical studies of trooper tactics... records called it 'memory tape transfer'
— Davish gives the necessary info on what we face
When more charge into the room, Aerena triggers the fire suppression fog to give us better cover as we move around.
By the time the actual pirates staffing this base finally join the fight, Davish is in rough shape. Reese has deduced an enemy hacker; he sends Vance to take care of him in the CnC chamber. Aerena steadily picks off one target at a time while So'Zen directly fights one Dark Trooper while indirectly delaying two or three more Dark Troopers.
This fight is not going well.
Davish is badly injured.
My Combat Sense has faded off.
Something in the middle of the room blew up. I don't think anybody was expecting it.
And we have two minutes and twenty-eight seconds to the whole base detonating....