Location: Endor, Wild Forest | Western Approach to Endor State Penitentiary
Operation Early Release | The Rebellion | ATTN: The First Order
“How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure.”
~Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
It had taken significant planning, plotting, and even a few failed attempts at reconnaissance but the information they'd managed to get seemed to be current. Of course, as they well knew, intelligence was more often than not - wrong.However, it was the best shot they had at freeing their comrade. Marston Krill had been captured by the First Order during the initial stages of their Galactic Mandate. As the trade lanes began to be more heavily patrolled and First Order worlds demanded visible identification of non-citizens, it was no surprise that Marston was compromised. Whether it had been defiance of the memo from the Minister of Security or perhaps just an oversight, the Rebel Commander had been scooped up during a smuggling run on the Galactic East side of Bakura. Since his arrest, Marston had been incarcerated on Endor, outside the reach of the Rebellion - until now.
Atlas hadn't been thrilled with the plan but he knew it was the closest they'd be able to get for who knew how long. With the First Order focusing its attention to their Galactic Southeast and the surprisingly well coordinated Coalition, a chink in their armor was opened however small. *Seize opportunity, lest it be lost.* The words of his grandfather echoed in his ears. Atlas hadn't been the only one who felt that way.
Their mission on the other side of First Order space had seen their uniforms and Imperial transport exhausted - they were on their own for this op. Luckily for the rebel crew, they had some of the most talented pilots this side of the verse. Men and women with more intimate knowledge of space and drive masking than most pilots and mechanics this side of the verse - who knew if it would stand up to Imperial scrutiny though. Atlas never liked to bet on luck.
The jig was thus: A single small freighter, suspiciously reminiscent of a rather famous YT model from ancient history. Drives masked to match that of a much smaller vessel, a small skiff at most. It would fool Imperial sensors long enough to get within orbit if they played their cards right. They wouldn't be passing off as an Imperial Shuttle or anything so direct, instead they'd bet on the fact that the planetary defense forces left behind due to the upscaling near the Coalition border were lazy and untrained. If that was the case, there was a chance they might not notice the small shuttle or they might let it pass, not bothering to mobilize what little they had in system.
OOC: Hey! Just looking to write a fun story about how we rescue an NPC I've created from the grips of the First Order. I hope this can be a fun thread for both our factions/members, and anyone else that decides to tag along. I ask that everyone be respectful to each other, and just let loose and have some fun! If I have misspoken in any of my narrative or incorrectly written something, feel free to let me know! I'm more than willing to work with you folks!