Log:Resistance: Zaltin Waltz

Resistance: Zaltin Waltz

OOC Date: February 14, 2020
Location: Dantooine
Participants: Merek, Cree, Ark

Dantooine, a beautiful planet in the system of the same name. A former Galactic Republic front, where once the Jedi trained many of their students within an era long in the past. Nowadays, it serves as a home for quieter farmland where people tend to fields. One such homestead served as a pick-up for First Order soldiers to pick up supplies. The manor's tan walls stand up while there is a makeshift landing area set up in the back, next to what looks like various crates, each tagged with the medical symbols of Zaltin's logo.

These supplies would assist in recovery of the Resistance's medical division after the battle in Exegol. Two Y-Wing Couriers come in, piloted by naval personell, White 1 and White 2. Their space has been modified to carry the supplies, as they land. Afterwards, the Crawler comes with the troop transport, piloted by Corporal Merek while he lands that, overseeing the coordination while he nods to Cree, and Ark. "Alright, I'll be around if you need me. Cree will be leading the team, we know that there's possible raiders that have heard about the situation here. You load up what you can. We can't manage a long fight in this place."

Sergeant Cree, tall and proud Faleen vetwran who fought in numerous battles with the Resistance, shifted the HFE Rifle in his arms as he slightly limped off the crawler. "Understood Corperal." He was already hawkishly eyeing the horizon. The limp, for those who knew, was from a robotic prosthetic. He had lost his leg on a previous boarding action before exagol and was just now permited back to full active status.

Ark, meanwhile, was loaded for bear. She hadn't been on many missions, having transferred from one of the Civil Fleet carriers to serve the Resistance more directly. She was a new face, but she was eager to help, even if it meant carrying supplies. "Just like snatching crates back home," she mutters to herself affirmatively. She fell in close to Cree, waiting to move.

As the two begin disembarking with a few soldiers assisting, there are many crates to move, and no indication that there's any issue. The crates will take a while to load, which means that there will likely be a lot of work to find an effective way to transport all of them while the Y-Wing begins to lower its boarding dock for supplies.

Cree moves into a defensive position around the crates providing a block between them and any attackers. His eyes remain alert and at the ready. "Keep your eyes peeled. They likely know the land better than us"

Ark's eyes begin to scan immediately. "Well," she says, thoughtfully. "This is Dantooine, yea?" Ark's eyes turn upward a moment as she forms the thoughts. "Back on Corellia we used animals to do most of our heavy lifting. Surely the Order isn't offloading speeders every time they land to acquire these resources," she offers.

A few crates are loading into the shuttle couriers while Cree and Ark talk, though the wind begins to shift a bit, and in the distance there's the sound of machinery. There are creatures grazing in the field, tame enough. Those familiar with the noise would notice that probably a shuttle has landed, which means they need to load up what they can.

Cree hazards a glance at his companion. "It's true but we are likely dealing with local mercenaries or... opertuniatic locals. They will use what they know." He glances curiously towards yhe grazing animals before looking back towards the loading process. "Lets try to be quick."

Ark furrows her brows thoughtfully. She knew well enough what those sounds COULD mean, even if she could only guess. "Sounds like we don't have time to deliberate. I think we might not remain unknown for long," she says. She looks around them. "If we have straps we can hoist everything together. I can nudge the wildlife along."

Between the people all in the place, the animals can be lined up with the crates to assist in moving them with a word from Ark as well. Though even after a bit, it looks like the sound of people are coming, along with machinery and speeders. The question is with so few men, if they should actually stay and fight, that or keep what they picked up with that.

Cree glances to Ark, studying the Corellian a moment before giving a silent nod. He moves over towards the crates and starts to help strap them together in order to be moved and put on the ships. Though, his hearing doesn't betray him as he looks towards where he hears people. "Look lively, we've got company over the ridge I think." Maybe they were friendly or could be bartered with. "Unless this is enough, we could always just bug out." He glances around, "Where did Corperal Black go." That was more his call.

Ark is off and moving without much else discussion. Somehow, she managed to almost make it look easy when it came to hopping onto the back of one of the creatures. It took a moment of getting used to, introducing of sorts, before she was riding back. "Granger here will help," she says, before she slips off the thing's back. Her focus was on making a makeshift harnass to connect to the crates. To get them moving. "All I know is we have plenty of hurt people back home. That last big fight is still having us licking our wounds..." She says.

Merek back at the shuttle, comlinks to the people, <<"It is probably best that we pack up, with the fact we don't have enough people.">> Then it looks like the noise is getting to the position. It is likely best they all load up!

Cree chuckles at Ark as she rides over with 'Granger' though, his attention turns as soon as Merek comes over the comms. <<"If you say we got enough corperal, I'm happy to exfil.">> He looks to Ark and nods towards the Crawler, backing towards it with his eyes still on the ridgeline just incase.

The sounds of the approaching folk and Merek's suggestion was taken well enough. She was hopeful, but, it is what it is. When the harnass is tied and the straps secure, Ark hops right back up on the back of Granger. "Come on," she says, looking down towards Cree before she kicks the beast onward, "No time to untie him on the ground. We'll call it a Donation from the Order." Cattle rustling was the best thieving there was, after all. Just ask a Corellian.

As the soldiers all come back into the shuttles, Merek nods a bit, while the Crawler along with the two Y-Wing Couriers begin to lift up. Just as they do with people boarding, the speeders come from the direction they were heard, with about ten raiders that shoot at the shuttles. Fortunately, they are on the way!