Border Space Between First Order and Galactic Alliance
Prior to cease-fire discussions
Chestnut-haired head tipped back against the hull plating of the wall as the ship shuddered again. Nothing wrong. Just normal space...bumps. That's what the pilot said anyway. Ugh, the healer hated flying.
Myrtle-ellipses cracked open as she felt the ship take a sharp starboard turn. Medical equipment in the Alliance marked boxes stayed well locked-down. They'd arrive on Polis Massus soon enough and drop off the relief the people needed. She'd assured Maalik it was a routine run. Besides, Gabe had him doing odds and ends around the homestead on Sulon.
It was good for them to become...acquainted.
"Change of plans, folks. We've picked up a faint coded signal on the outskirts of Rutan. One of our operatives. Since we're the closest we've been tasked with the extraction. Should be quick and easy. In and out. He was inured too so we'll need your help Master healer."
Purple-lips pursed into a thin-line.
"Are you sure that's wise Captain? We're not exactly equipped to go into First Order space."
The Captain shrugged. "Orders are orders. Just glad we happened to have someone like you with us."
"I hope your expectations prove to be well-placed," she spoke quietly. It wasn't that she doubted herself. She just couldn't shake the bad feeling about this. But if one of their own was in trouble? It didn't matter.
Green-fingers plucked out her comm and tapped off a quick encrypted message to Atham'aali'kema.
::Change of plans. Going to Rutan. Might be pushed back getting home to Sulon by another day or two. Don't worry about Dick. He talks to everyone like that and Gabe can show you where the off-switch is.