0930 Hour – .245 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet: Onderon -Whisper Base – Cael Log
(Cael) “Who is this Berrenger guy and what is his angle. He has got to be making money off helping us. Reminds me allot of my Agent. Back when I played ball.” The garbage trucks both come in for a landing on the pad. Voba, Gaave, Berrenger and a dozen rebels off load from the first truck. I can see a few crates inside behind them. The other truck offloads another dozen rebels and a few more crates. I give Voba and Gaave the bad news about the communications center. (Voba) “How bad?” (Cael) “Bad enough. There were about a half dozen scout Imps trashing whatever did not look like Imp standard.” (Gaave) “Frick.! All that work wasted.” (Cael) “You may be able to salvage most of it. Looks like they just pulled allot of wires. Oh yea, also. The Box is being repaired by Zal and Florek. We aint getting off planet till it will hold air again. But, as a consolation prize we won a T 43 open top speeder that the Imps kindly parked in the motor pool for us.” Voba does not get the joke and looks at me confused. (Voba) “Got to see what they did to my equipment.” He rushes off to the comm center. Gaave chuckling, follows him. At least he got the joke. Berrenger and a red haired woman are standing on the duracret not sure what to expect from me. I walk over to them and shake both of their hands. (Cael) “So, whats in the crates? Are you bringing us anything good?” (Berrenger) “Your name is Cael right? There are rocket launchers, RPGs, mixed blasters, 1 bacta tank and a little bit of food stuff. Good enough?” (Cael) “Very good stuff.” Berrenger introduces Rosa. The leader of the rebels. (Cael) “ We will put all that stuff to good use. You 3 guys standing there. Take those crates to the armory and the bacta tank to the infirmary. I will have my R2 unit show you where.” I call Roots and Torre to the landing pad. Rosa explains she is actually the assistant leader. Their actual leader was lost in the jungle. (Cael) “Was he flying a T16?” (Rosa) “Yes, how did you know that?” (Cael) “We found the wreckage of a T16 in the jungle. No one was in it or near it. It was picked clean by the time we got to it. We pulled some engine parts off it to fix the Lambda shuttle. We even have the black box.” I do not tell her what else we found in the T16. (Rosa) “Where? We need to find him” (Cael) “We can give you the coordinates to find the wreckage. Torre will show you to the motorpool. Take 2 speeder bikes. I will send Zeb with you as a guide.” (Rosa) “Thank you. Berrenger, why don’t you come with me.” (Berrenger) “OK.” I radio Zeb to report to the Motorpool for a speeder bike mission. Roots and Torre come up to the 3 of us and Torre introduces himself and R2-T7. Rosa looks at Torre. Who is an old B1 battle droid and then looks at me with a worried look. (Cael) “He is fine, reprogrammed. Gentile as a fluff kitten.” (Cael) “Torre, Roots, after you take them to the motor pool. I need you to gather all the pertaining information from each Partisan Rebel. Find them each a bunk. I will need to forward a report to Arkam with our strength in numbers.” Torre nods and Roots beeps an affirmative at me. I walk to the Comm center. When I get there. Voba is rummaging through cables piled on the floor mumbling something to himself. Gaave is standing there with his mouth open. Trying to figure where to start. 1 of the rebels, a tech guy names Xian introduces himself. He will be helping the guys make sense of all the damage and help with repairs.
I next check on the students. Treb, the Wookee has got them using the laser pointers on different body parts and the computer is giving a fatality probability of a blaster shot to that body region. They seem to be more attentive when Treb growls at them. I next check on the conference room. Not as bad as I suspected. Looks like the imp scouts were trying to download all our information. The thumb drive is still in the computer terminal. I pull it out and smash it. After a few minuets of putting some things back together. I boot the system up. More then half the holo-monitors are not working but only 2 are giving me any images. A camera in an Izis market and the camera down the road from the motor pool. There is a pre-recorded message from our Bothan commander, Arkam in the queue. I put it up on 1 of the working holo-monitors. When the image comes up. He is typing something on a data pad. Not looking at the camera. In his monotone voice he commends us on our rescue and subsequent trouble we are causing the Empire. He is confident that they can even run the blockade now to get us reinforcements. We need to fortify the base as a permanent site. He will have a direct message and to debrief everyone at 0700 local time – .246 ABY. (Cael) “What a pompous ass that Bothan is.” I next put a call to Verala Mishar about our next delivery and getting it here a little faster. Only for the highly increased price of 500 credits will she get us the food stuff and medical supplies here by tomorrow.
1230 Hour – Florek and Zal are having trouble with repairing the Box. Seems more people then worked on the Death Star have had their hand in on fixing the Box in the past. Nothing matches spec and only some parts are original. This confounds Florek. On top of that. Zal is really trying to figure a way to mount the blaster cannon from the ATST they are scavenging onto the Box. I leave them to their arguing and recalculating.
1300 Hour – Time to talk to Diel. The villagers cant stay here. We need to find them a safe place and eventually transfer the 3 injured people to a hospital. (Diel) “I know of a hunting lodge that is out of the way that we can go to. It will take us a day walking to get there.” (Cael) “What will you need? I can supply weapons, food, some minor supplies.” (Diel) “That will be fine. I would like Darius to help us get there.” (Cael) “”I can send Darius and Roy. They can take 2 speeder bikes to carry some equipment.” (Diel) “Thank you for your help. We will leave in a little while.” I give Roy and Darius their assignment and parameters on engagement if they run into any Imperial patrols. (Cael) “Get Diel all the food and supplies that they will need and you can carry. Keep them safe all the way to the lodge. Get them situated. Place a portable camera for aerial surveillance and return ASAP. Are we clear?” (Darius and Roy) “Yes sir. Do not engage the enemy. Protect the villagers. Deliver them to the lodge. Place camera. Got it.” (Cael) “Be alert. Be careful. Come home safe. Wear the scout armor to look like a lost scout patrol.”
1600 Hour – On my way back to the Conference room I hear banging in 1 of the barracks rooms. The door is open and Treb is inside hanging a rather large hammock. He has taken 2 of the cot mattresses to cushion the hammock. Next to him is the bunk where Gaave is crashing. He has a holo image of his ship. It is a YT-1210. There are also several pairs of shoes and boots lined up in front of his locker. Everything he has is in a straight line. (Cael) “Looks like Gaave has a bit of OCD?” Treb chuckles at the comment. I go back to straightening up the conference room and re-attaching the holo monitors. I have a 3rd camera working. It shows the camera from the landing pad.
1800 Hour – The recruits are still at it with the laser pointer when I break them for dinner. By this time Rosa and Berrenger have returned from the crash site. (Cael) “Did you find anything.” (Rosa) “Only a shell of the ship. No Trace of our leader.” (Cael) “I told you there was no one in the ship.” (Rosa) “We needed to check anyway.” (Cael) “We can trace his trajectory by the angle of the crash and try to figure where he bailed out. But that will be tomorrow. On the way to dinner I stop by the Comm room. Voba’s feet are sticking out from under a cabinet and he is asking for more cable. Xian is feeding cable through a slot down to him. Gaave is working 2 monitors trying to calibrate the data coming in. I don’t disturb them. Voba gets pissy if you interrupt when he is in the middle of something. I will send them down some food.
Dinner is some sort of mystery meat in a broth with vegetables that Sven will not tell us what it is. Other then say that the animal is indigenous to the planet. While eating, I work on the duty roster for the following day and inform everyone about Arkam’s transmission at 0700 hours. I post the roster outside the rec room. I clean up the mess from the laser pointers and other equipment all over the room. I turn in early. I will try to sleep with out a drink tonight. We will see how that goes.
0530 hour – .246 ABY – Squad: Delta 3 – Planet: Onderon -Whisper Base – Cael Log
I wake up to vaguely remembering parts of a dream about the time I was at Florrell Beach back on Alderan. No night terrors this night. I throw on a pair of sweats and off to PT with the recruits. They are ready when I get there. There is also 2 Partisan rebels ready also. We do a 40 minuet PT and they all keep up. Afterwards I make sure they all check the roster. Shower, shave and a clean day uniform. I grab a handful of fruit muffins and some hot java from the cafeteria. Voba is already at work in the comm room when I get there. (Cael) “When did you sleep?” (Voba) “I didn’t. This has to be up and running or we will draw too much attention.” (Cael) “How much more?” (Voba) “We are at 40% capacity. I need to completely rebuild 1 of the circuit boards. Then re-calibrate the data stream into my matrix. May take me another day for us to get back to where we were.” (Cael) “Where is Gaave and that other guy Xian?” (Voba) “Not sure when Gaave went to bed but that guy Xian is a big help. He was here till about 3 hours ago.” (Cael) “Get some food and rest. 40% is better then sending nothing. And don’t forget Arkam’s transmission at 0700.” (Voba) “Yea, Yea, Arkam.” He just keeps working. I go set up the conference room for Arkam’s transmission that will be in a little over 30 minuets. As the recruits, rebels and the rest of my people filter in I count heads. 24 Partisan rebels, 13 recruits, 1 shady business man, 1 part android, 1 fussy engineer, 1 Wookiee, 1 shady smuggler, a B1 droid , R2 unit, Voba, Zal and I. Makes 47 of us. Base is getting pretty crowded. Roy and Darius are still escorting Diel to the Hunters Lodge and Omnath is out on perimeter patrol this morning. Torre and Roots enter. (Cael) “Torre, have you and Roots compiled all the information on the Partisan rebels? (Torre) “Negative, we are 83.33333% complete. We will inquire of the last 4 Rebels and be complete by 1030 Hour, Sir.” (Cael) “Good, Thank You.” At 0655 hour Gaave helps me power up the big holovid screen and open a channel to Arkam.
0702 Hour – Arkam’s face appears on the large holovid screen. (Arkam) “Good morning everyone. I want to commend you all on your efforts at keeping the dreadful Empire at bay on planet Onderon. We are now in the position to be able to resupply you and send reinforcements. Our end goal on Onderon will culminate in an attack and the destruction of Jiranna Base. It is…..” I loose tract of his long winded speech when Voba walks in the conference room door. I walk over to him. (Voba) “Did I miss anything important?” (Cael) “No, just a long winded speech that we are to attack Jiranna Base and route the Empire from the planet with flying lizards and a case of vibro spatulas.” Voba looks at me confused about the joke. (Voba) “You are joking about Jiranna base, right?” (Cael) “No, once we get reinforcements we need to attack Jiranna Base.” What Voba says in his native tongue. I could not understand a single word but I got the implication it included a whole bunch of colorful metaphors. (Arkam)”… At this time I want to again thank all of you. Now I need to debrief the 3 remaining members of my strike team, Engineer Florek and Gaave Fenro.” All the other personnel slowly file out of the conference room. Voba goes 1st. After about 10 minuets he comes out and points to me. He does not seem too unhappy. I go in and close the door. I go to the front of the seating and stand at Parade Rest with my hands clasp behind my back. (Cael) “Good morning Commander.” (Arkam) “Cael, reports I have here show that you are doing a very good job with recruiting the locals. There is a commendation and possibly a promotion in for you. We have a resupply ship that is ETA to you sometime tomorrow. Local time. I am sending you a base security expert. His specialty is in base reenforcement.“ (Cael) “Commander, if we are to fortify this establishment. I would like to make a request for an extra generator and a portable defense shield. Also, if we are to attack Jiranna base. We will require some air support. As of right now we only have a handful of ground vehicles at our disposal. The Lambda shuttle was destroyed and the Box was severely damaged in our last sortie to Izis to liberate the local rebels.” (Arkam) “I will put the request in and we will work on getting you some of the equipment on your list. Anything else I should know about?” (Cael) “I will have a compiled information list of the local Partisan rebels to you later today in the daily packet with a full progress report. The Items we also need are. Personnel armor, small hand blasters, power packs, food stuff, medical supplies, fresh uniforms, tarp material, maybe a maintenance droid. The extreme humidity on this planet makes everything sweat. And then rust or corrode.” (Arkam) “I will add these items to the request. Thank you Cael. Please send in Zal next. Dismissed.” I turn and head to the door. I send Zal in next. Outside the Conference room Voba and I discuss the situation. We compare what we each asked Arkam for and what he said. Soon Zal walks out of the conference room with a large smile on her face. She walks past us like she did not even see us. We send in Florek next. (Cael) “What a mess this place is. How far have you gotten?” (Voba) “Approximately 42% data capacity. Do you think Arkam will get us all the equipment we requested?” (Cael) “No, but if he gets us 30% of it. We may get off this planet in 1 piece.”