Don't tell me the odds [Galactic Alliance]

[Asmus Janes]

OOC/ Open to all GA or allied pilots. This is intended to be a black ops gone wrong story. Inspired by watching a documentary on RAF pilots who flew spies in an out of France in WW2. Our first mission is to get to a safehouse within the city.


Outside Gelto City, Southern District, Saberhing.

Objectives: get to safe house in city under curfew. Request extraction.

Present

Asmus felt an ice cold chill stretch up the length of his spine. Never had he seen murder being so calmly measured in someone's eyes so clearly. He knew what the operative was thinking. She was thinking that after the extraction had gone wrong it would be a lot easier for the local spies to sneak back into the city without bringing a team of alliance pilots with them.

The pilots were trained for this, but they were offworlders. The local spies and Alliance special forces might have requested emergency extraction but they had been operating in this city for months now. The pilots were baggage. But abandoning them would put them in enemy hands. He had already seen the way they had ruthlessly gunned down every member of the junta that had tried to ambush them with precise bursts of fire and broken them out of trouble.

---

Thirty minutes ago

The revolution had been swift in the Southern Districts. The Alliance had suspected a foreign influence trying to create a flashpoint on their borders, but they had yet to identify who.

Gelto city was the centre of it all. The headquarters of the dictator whose junta had seized power in a week of brutal violence. The northern states had requested aid, but the Alliance was loathe to deploy significant ground forces for a long campaign. Instead they had been providing air support and training.

A small group of pilots had a very specific job. Small, two seat craft in the right hands were able to get close to the city borders. For the last few weeks they had been flying in one at a time to extract or deploy agents.

There was a sudden surge in need. An entire cell had been compromised and were leaving the city under the cover of darkness.

“Watch that treeline,” Asmus called. They were flying just meters from cover. A green light appeared on one of his panels. Someone on the ground had identified themselves as friendly with the correct codes.

The group of ships settled down in an empty meadow. Asmus watched the treeline on his night vision screen. Nearly ten individuals emerged at a jog. They would be back in the air within minutes and back towards the north.
Asmus looked up from his screen just as the first burst of blaster fire ripped into his engine mounts.

---

Present

The night sky was lit up by a fresh explosion. Probably one of the starfighter's fuel cells going. When his night vision returned the spy had turned away from the surviving pilots.

“Their forces are sweeping around the city. We need to back into to one of our backup safehouses. Is everyone able to conceal their blasters?”

Asmus gave a mute nod. They weren't going to be abandoned. Like the other pilots he was dressed in plain clothes with a small blaster and survival kit.

It was going to be a long night.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Asmus Janes"] and alllies | At the outskirts of the city.

From behind polarized goggles, Lieutenant Commander Choli Vyn gave a quick nod. She was in a slightly more covered plainsclothes; dark tan breeches, a bright button up blouse, a nerf leather jacket with a gaitor that covered her neck up to her chin. On her head, that thick plait of black hair was covered up by a Bantha hide pilots cap, the straps dangling along her chin. When one had as much hair as she did, it was easier to keep it tied back or cut it off. Seeing as she was aghast to do the latter, keeping it under control was the next best option.

The young woman had been piloting a U-Wing, still in the process of working towards full duty. This was her last mission before the final paperwork would go through. The choice of returning to Rogue or staying with the U-Wing squadron weighed heavily on her mind. It was a choice she was struggling with, but one that she would have to answer soon.

Shifting her satchel on her back, the girl shifted her crouching position to check the powerpack on her blaster. A quick read and she was satisfied. It was full.

Few were aware that the young woman had been raised by Tusken Raiders, but their survival skills along with those she’d learned along the way visiting hermit Force practioners had long since given her the sort of prepare for all possible events mentality. She’d already suffered more than a handful of crashes and a month of oblivion as a First Order prisoner of war. She didn’t need another repeat of that. So her pack was a little bit more prepared with what they might need than the rest. Nothing too obvious, but enough to pull out necessities if required.

“When will we move out?” Her quiet voice inquired at Janes.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Saberhing - Gelto City
The Naughty Nuna

"Arn, come on." He kept his voice low, his eyes slowly glancing around the small bar.

He and Arn had arrived here at the start of the turmoil, complete and utter happenstance. The two students had taken a Transport from their University of Kalinda and had been heading towards Coruscant. There was an adjunct school there, and their visit was meant to have been to meet with an engineering professor. Of course, the transport had needed to stop for repairs after an odd glitch in the hyperdrive and it just so happened that Gelto City had a fairly large starport.

When the chaos had begun they'd locked down the ships and anyone in the port, forcing anyone in Gelto to stay put.

So far Kurt and his friend had managed to avoid any trouble, but they were quickly running out of money for both a hotel room and food. Thins were tight, and they were growing only more so as the man in charge decided to crack down on his citizens.

"Gotta get off the streets before the patrols start." Kurt knew the rules, and more importantly he knew how to avoid trouble. "Best to keep a low profile."

The former Courier had been trying to work on an escape plan for some time now, though he wasn't finding much success. Police patrols were frequent, ships were either locked down or kept in secured hangar bays, and the locals weren't exactly friendly towards foreigners at the moment. Things were looking rough, and if he didn't think of a way out of this soon he and Arn would find themselves at the bottom of a ditch.

Not something he wanted. "Come on."

Arn frowned for a moment, looking down at the meal they'd gotten from the innkeeper here at the Naughty Nuna. The young Twi'lek seemed lost for a moment and then slowly nodded, pulling himself up to his feet and following Kurt out the door.

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Covert Ops Group
Outskirts of Gelto City
GA/Allies
___

Ava busied herself with giving first aid to a fellow pilot who had taken a blaster bolt to his arm when they were shot upon while waiting for their evacuees to show. Everyone who had volunteered for this covert ops mission knew the risks, but they had all hoped for the best... Just a clean in and out, but of course that didn't happen.

The Ralltiiri finished putting on the bacta patch over the wound, then helped the guy put his coat back on. Goldie had given the man a half dose of pain killer; not enough to knock him out just take the edge off so hopefully he could manage. The group all had to keep their wits about them if they wanted to make it back home alive.

Pushing up from a kneeling position, Ava made her way over to where [member="Asmus Janes"] and [member="Choli Vyn"] were chatting quietly. She was dressed much like them in plain clothes; black tunic and pants tucked into dark leather boots and a tan jacket. Her pilot side arm was tucked into the back of the waistband.

"Dagger there should be good enough to move out. Lucky for him it's just a flesh wound," the golden blonde nodded to the other two pilots.

"So... What's the plan?"


[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Ava Cartwright"] [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

"We move out now. The plan is to reach the city limits and cover. There is a curfew on so we head for the warehouse district and wait out the night. Then we lose our arms and make for the safe house by daylight."

The spy turned and led them on. One of the special forces operatives vanished into the night. Asmus could still head the odd blaster fire far behind them. As far as he was aware they hadn't left any pilots behind. So either the militia was shouting at themselves in the confusion of darkness or one of the locals had stayed behind to lead them away.

This didn't look good for them. The junta didn't trade captives. They executed them in public. He cast a glance back at Ava and her 'patient.' Then at Choli. With his fingers he did a quick mental total and counted four. Malastare, Coruscant, that small world in enemy space and now here. Four times.

For now they had easy, grassy terrain and plenty of cover afforded by the woods.

"I've flown some missions over the city," he said quietly. "The woods don't reach the city limits and..."

"I'm aware. Quiet," snapped the spy.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Covert Ops Group
Outskirts of Gelto City
GA/Allies
[member="Asmus Janes"] and allies | Other [member="Kurt Meyer"]


Hearing the spy get snippy with Janes was enough to prompt a hidden smile over the pilot's lips. Well, she had to take some amusement from where they came. At least this time, it wasn't my fault for the crash. Small blessings in disguise. If she crashed another starfighter, she was sure the Alliance was going to start docking her pay.

Either that or ground her.

Carefully, the young woman began to follow Janes and the spy who led them into the woods. To her right, her eyes caught sight of another pilot, [member="Ava Cartwright"]. She wasn't familiar. Was she new?

It wasn't really the time to start introductions, they had to keep the chatter down after all. None the less, a wave of fingers was the universal sign of hello. What was her rank? Was she assigned to any particular squadron?

So much time had passed since her medical leave and coming back meant there were plenty of new faces to get to know.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Saberhing - Gelto City
The Naughty Nuna

Kurt didn't feel good about this. It felt like they were being watched, and the truth was that they probably were.

He and Arn were outsiders on this planet, and worse they were from an Alliance Affiliated planet. That quality alone meant they were picked out at the starport. Since then the Guards hadn't really bothered them much, but the truth of it was they were marked, and Kurt knew it. If they caused even the slightest bit of trouble they'd be thrown into jail, there was no doubt in his mind. "This way."

The former Courier pointed to an alleyway to the left.

"Isn't that the warehouse district?"​

Arn spoke quietly, so quietly that Kurt couldn't even hear him. Curfew wasn't on them yet, but they were getting pretty close. The Guards would be out on patrol soon, and if he and Arn got caught it wouldn't end well for them. It also didn't help that they were out of money. The Inn's had jacked up their prices in response to people being trapped, trying to make as much cash as they could off of the emergency. That meant they had to get creative.

"Yeah." Kurt said quietly. "We need a place to stay off the streets."

A warehouse seemed good enough for him.

[member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Ava Cartwright"]​

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Covert Ops Group
Outskirts of Gelto City
On the move
___

Ava listened to [member="Asmus Janes"] spell out the plan, then gave him a nod of understanding before turning around and going back to where the the injured pilot was resting. The blonde helped Dagger up, giving him a smile of encouragement, then motioned for the Chandrilan to follow behind [member="Choli Vyn"] and Janes, who was in the lead.

The young female pilot was a stranger to her, but that didn't mean anything as Cartwright hadn't been with Rogue Squadron for too long; replacing the previous Rogue Five and taking on Two Flight Lead position. She gave a friendly wave back to the petite brunette.

Bringing up the rear, the Ralltiiri kept an eye out for anyone tracking them or danger on their six as they moved quickly over the grassy terrain with some cover afforded them by the wooded area.

Ava wished she could have made a sling for Dagger's arm, but that might stick out too much and call unwanted attention to them. For now he would just manage by holding it with his other though that made him a little off balance. The guy unfortunately tripped on a tree root and fell trying not to scream out loud in pain, but the spy flashed a mean spirited face their way nonetheless.

When Ava got to him, his wound was bleeding again. She slapped another bacta patch on it, then aided him the rest of the way towards the city. Hopefully when they got to where they were going in the warehouse district, Goldie would be able to fix him up better though she wasn't a doctor just a good accountant.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Ava Cartwright"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Kurt Meyer"]

"There were two watching the outskirts of the woods," came a hiss from ahead. The special forces operative stepped back into their view. He was holding a knife. A knife still coated in blood. Asmus wasn't particularly squeamish but the way they had casually considered the fate of the pilots concerned him. These people were Alliance and were on the right side of this way, but the way they killed with such professional ease seemed a little removed from his war.

Every time he released a missile he knew he was coldly calculating someone else's death. Up close with a knife in the night? He didn't think he could do that. He tried to do a headcount. They had been sent to extract five local spies and four alliance spec ops soldiers who had been operating with the resistance.

That first spy, the one who could make Asmus' blood freeze with a look turned towards the pilots.

"You all sit tight whilst we check ahead."

"Understood," Asmus replied. He wondered if they were being abandoned after all.

"Grith will stay with you," the spy replied, nodding towards the soldier who had sheathed his blade and drawn a blaster carbine. "How mobile are you?" the spy asked Dagger directly. "We have open ground to cross and it will either be quickly or keeping low to the ground."

"That's four times downed for me," Asmus whispered to Choli as if it was a competition.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Ava Cartwright"] [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Kurt Meyer"]

Choli couldn’t ignore it when [member="Ava Cartwright"] went to assist Dagger. From under her goggles, her eyes would narrow in concern. It didn’t help that the group they were here to pick up were -- well, not the friendliest of faces. Honestly, she was used to that sort of personality and worldview than the others. Tusken Raiders were not the friendliest of people, but they were survivors. It took a certain type of mentality to survive Tatooine’s deserts. To a degree, she could understand and be comfortable with the manner the Spec Ops soldiers held themselves to. It was about making this out alive with their skins.

“Everything all right?” her muffled voice would quietly drift over towards Ava and Dagger. To her right, she caught Janes commentary on his count. A roll of her eyes.

“Do you really want to get into that here?” her low whisper darted over towards Janes. “It isn’t something to be proud of.” truth be told, she was high up there in crashes. First there was the One Sith battle, then that time with the space tentacle monster, after that was Kaeshana, where she a prisoner of war. After that came Skor. Trextan had saved her then. Finally, her last crash had occurred on Mustafar.

She was already at five. If there was a competition on how many times a pilot had crashed their starfighter, she was already ahead of Janes.

“So who will be extracting us?” Now that was a good question. Normally it was Choli doing the extracting. This was new.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

The streets were very quickly becoming empty.

It was becoming evident that the curfew was quickly falling into place, Kurt didn't even have to look at his chrono for that particular bit of information. His lips thinned as they passed through a large town square, some of the shops still had their doors open though he could see most were closing up now. Arn seemed to twitch beside him, the Twi'leks nerves showing.

Arn wasn't a soldier, neither was Kurt but he'd at least had some military training. It was evident from the way he carried himself that Arn wasn't handling this situation well. They were locked in a city that was in the middle of a poltical and military coup. The young Twi'lek hadn't experienced this sort of thing before, the tension, the hatred, the danger. All of it was weighing heavily on his friend and Kurt could easily see that. Slowly he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We'll be alright." He assured Arn quietly.

"Just have to find a place to stay." The warehouse district. He was sure they could sneak in somewhere. Alistair and him had done it once or twice as kids in Mos Espa. Granted that hadn't been during a police lockdown but he doubted anyone would be watching the warehouses. "The Alliance will..."

Kurt trailed off as a Guard patrol passed them.

[member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Ava Cartwright"]

 

[Rayf Vigil]

Forest
Gelto City Outskirts

"Break off!" the pilot gasped suddenly, eyes fluttering open as he quickly regained consciousness.

Okay, so he wasn't in his cockpit anymore and all around him he could see trees. That was different. Rayf tried to reach down to his belt for a reserve com link stuffed into one of his utility pouches, only to find stiff resistance that severely limited his movement. Having regained enough of his senses to recognize his surroundings, Commander Vigil realized that not only was he still inside his crash harness, but currently was dangling about ten to fifteen meters off the forest floor in a tree.

"Twelve years..." he muttered to himself, struggling now to bend his arms far enough inward to release his harness straps, "Twelve years was a good run."

Twelve years was how long it had been since his last bailout, more a matter good fortune than true expertise. At least on that one he could clearly recall getting hit, this time was a complete blur. The last thing Rayf could remember was beginning a high altitude flyover of the AO after [member="Asmus Janes"] and the others hadn't checked in on time. Everything had been running fine albeit without any sign of his missing Alliance pilots, and now suddenly he was here.

"Fething....kark!" the Old Man couldn't reach his harness' central release plate, so instead he made a play for the closer sheathed vibroknife, "Oof!"

Without pausing to consider the ramifications, he had neatly sliced through the tangled straps above him, sending him suddenly tumbling from what was left of his crash seat and slamming into the forest floor. He blacked out again, this time only briefly, only to be woken by a searing pain in his abdomen that probably meant he had broken at least one rib in the fall. Able to reach his belt at last, Vigil sighed with relief as he lay recovering. At least his Glie-44 was still secure in its hip holster.

Fighting through the pain in his ribs, he forced himself up to his feet and drew the service blaster, ignoring his com link for now. That had been a panic move, far more likely to get him killed than rescued. Behind enemy lines like this, he would have to play it smart, and wherever he decided to go he knew he could no longer stay here. Glancing up at the shreds of his ejection seat, the Corellian reasoned there was always a chance that his descent to safety had been tracked by enemy spotters on the surface.

[member="Ava Cartwright"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Kurt Meyer"]​

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Ava Cartwright"]

"No, it isn't," he replied to Choli. Even in in the situation he managed to flash a smile. It was easier to do it for other people than it was for himself. He was terrified.

"Right now they'll be planning the extraction. They know we're down but we can't go sending comm signals right now. I'm sure they have channels to get a message out when we're safe."

The ops room would be organised chaos right now. Tense but controlled. Someone, somewhere, would be revisiting the knock-on effect of losing the entire team. A full on assault wasn't on the cards, but they might risk a full on special forces infiltration covered by some artillery strikes.

An armoured landspeeder was visible crossing the fields between them an the city. It shone a searchlight out across the open ground.

A soldier appeared in the shadows again. "When I say we cross. Keep low. Move quickly and spread out. Third house from the road is where we meet."

 

[Duke Dyson]

Location: Gelto City Outskirts, The Woods
Allies: GA Pilots, [member="Rayf Vigil"]. [member="Ava Cartwright"], [member="Kurt Meyer"], [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Asmus Janes"]

Jax stirred awake in his cockpit to the audible sounds of siren alarms on the fritz, wisps of silver grey vapour that clouded his sight spiraled into a dance of thick hazy air that his eyes barely opened followed until an unpleasant aroma of something burning followed --- SMOKE! Blinking twice Jax could see the burning embers clear as day as they burnt away at the wreck of what remained of his snubfighter. "No, no, no, no--" He started muttering a curse on repeat, rapidly Jax began to punch the glass a few times unsuccessfully to no avail, he then proceeded to kick upwards with the toe of his boot with a greater tremendous force; the glass gave away a bit and at the sight of the large crack he kicked it again with might that it shattered the window.

Jumping from the cockpit, Jax landed on the ground with a heavy thud. He emitted a wince that indicated that something was definitely not in place with his body but he ignored the spasms focussing on the greater matter in hand: his co-pilot. The two man craft they had been assigned was down and the other pilot was still strapped in inside the cockpit, slumped against the control panel. Releasing his helmet straps Jax sprinted over the other canopy where he attempted to wrench out the motionless pilot from the fighter. It was hard to tell wether he was alive or not considering he was faced down. Jax attempted to punch the glass, his patience wearing thin knowing that in a matter of seconds this downed fighter would be up in flames with the pilot dead or alive burning inside of it. He pulled out the blaster from his holster and shot at the open canopy window that seared a hole through it immediately. Giving an opening, Jax kicked again with sole of his boot until the canopy smashed.

Jumping inside, Jax quickly checked for a pulse and to his own relief the pilot was alive! Still breathing but barely. If he didn’t get any attention soon then he surely wouldn’t make it and given the odds he wasn’t so optimistic but his morality took over anyway. “I got you buddy, hold on.” Quickly Jax began releasing the pilot from his straps and started to heave out the heavy body with all the strength he could muster out of the wreckage. Dragging the pilot’s body, Jax slowly started to move away from the downed ship just in the nick of time to watch it explode before his eyes. The force of the explosion instantly knocked him off his feet; his knocked back form found itself exhaling in relief. Sitting upright, Jax took a sidewards glance towards the unconscious body and then at his surroundings before he slowly started to rise to his feet. It was dark out and without proper night vision equipment, a man could only rely on his instincts.

"Well, we've certainly had better landings.." His tone was jovial. Wether it was his attempt of a joke or just hearty humor to lighten the mood, he could use a bit of it right now. Not only did he now have a life on his hands but it was very likely that the enemy would be onto them soon enough. The now extinguishing embers of what remained of his craft would for certain be a direct giveaway so he needed to keep moving and with the extra baggage he had to carry, it wasn’t going to be so easy.

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Gelto City Outskirts
w/GA pilots [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Choli Vyn"]
In vicinity [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Jax Rhane"]
___

Ava kept hearing whispered numbers being passed between Janes and Vyn. Four and five what? the blonde wondered curiously to herself. Lovers? She doubted the youthful brunette had indulged in such fighter jockey antics though the other... Kills perhaps? They were both aces from what Goldie knew so that wasn't it. Well, what ever it was seemed like a competition of some sort. Something maybe later to ask about when their lives weren't at stake behind enemy lines.

The spy turned to Dagger and looked the wounded Chandrilan over with cold, indifferent eyes, then asked how mobile he was. "I'm mobile enough," he answered with a determined gaze. Ava gave the same look to the spy with an additional 'don't you even think about leaving him behind' glare.

So it was finally time to make their move as a soldier stepped out of the shadows and gave them their next instructions. "Third house, got it," Goldie acknowledged quietly, then gave the others a nod of encouragement; her steely blue eyes lingering longer on Dagger knelling beside her. His color wasn't looking so good in the moonlight as a brief ray of it came out from behind the nighttime cloud cover.

Memories of the Underground Resistance hitting the One Sith during their reign of the Core came to mind. So many good people died to bring freedom to those oppressed... This would not end the same way. They would get out alive, all of them!

The Ralltiiri checked her blaster pistol again, then prepared to move on the soldier's mark.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Gelto City Outskirts
w/GA pilots [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Ava Cartwright"]
In vicinity [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Jax Rhane"]

Either way, they had to focus. Looking over at [member="Ava Cartwright"], Choli drew her attention to her and Dagger. "Everything alright?" if Dagger needed someone to lean against, Choli wasn't opposed to providing a helping hand. Granted, that depended on if Dagger was willing to take the offered help.

All of the pilots had some form of locator on them. [member="Jax Rhane"] wouldn't be alone for long as long as he had that on him. Maybe that would be a potential method of rendezvous.

"I can help if he needs it." Choli would murmur low to Ava, the group readying to move to the third house from the road.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Gelto City Outskirts
w/GA pilots [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Ava Cartwright"] [member="Choli Vyn"]
In vicinity [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Jax Rhane"]

Asmus eyed up the distance between them and their destination. The soldier had told them to spread out when they crossed so he mentally picked out a path that took him out wide. He could only imagine that was in case another patrol came past and they started taking fire.

When he could no longer see the light from the patrol speeder he heard a harsh whisper of "go!"

Asmus ran out into the field. It should have been such a simple task but in the darkness the uneven ground nearly had him stumble several times. Third house from the right. Damnit he wasn't even sure which one that was now. He could hear the others somewhere off to his left.

Just keep running and hoping.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Saberhing - Gelto City
Market District

They were moving through the market district now, away from the bars and cantinas.

It was obvious that people were done for the day, Patrols were wandering more commonly now and people were closing up their windows and doors. His gaze swept over the streets, watching as just a few people rushed to get home. His lips thinned slightly as he spotted two or three guards wandering up towards himself and Arn. They appeared to be part of the 'Royals', or whatever the hell they called themselves, men who had directly taken part in the coup.

It meant trouble. Kurt looked around for a moment, spotting a small alleyway. "In here, Arn."

The two of them couldn't afford a confrontation of any sort, not when they were getting close to the warehouse district. The guards would try to scapegoat them pretty hard, and it wasn't a chance that Kurt really wanted to take. They had no friends here, no allies to call upon, and even the Alliance wouldn't want to directly intervene in planetary politics. There weren't a lot of options, and Kurt knew that. Better to just avoid getting into any sort of issue with the guard regardless of where he was.

"Kurt we're not going to make it inside for the cu-"​

"I know." They would be outside during the curfew, but...right now that didn't matter. "We're just going to have to be careful."

[member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Ava Cartwright"] | [member="Jax Rhane"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Rayf Vigil"]​

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Gelto City Outskirts
w/GA pilots [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Choli Vyn"]
In vicinity [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Jax Rhane"]
___

"Thanks," Ava nodded appreciatively to the brunette. Steel blue eyes looked over to Dagger, then back to Vyn. "I think we need to get him to a doctor sooner than later unless you know more than my first aid?" she said hopeful, but that thought was interrupted by the soldier giving them the order to move out.

While Janes went right, Goldie and the wounded Chandrilan stayed center, trying to stumble with grace keeping low across the uneven ground. The blonde kept the third house's porch light in sight and made a beeline for it, encouraging Dagger to keep moving in a hushed cheerleading tone.

They were almost there when a patrol vehicle turned onto the street. Cartwright quickly darted into the shadows, pulling her charge with her. The Ralltiiri's mind began to play out scenarios of what might happened next as the patrol got closer. None were particularly good ones either, but there was always hope.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Gelto City Outskirts
w/GA pilots [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Ava Cartwright"]
In vicinity [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Jax Rhane"]


"I'm no medic, but I can do what I can." Choli replied in a low hush to [member="Ava Cartwright"], the young teenager giving a nod. She had a medpack in her satchel. "Once we get to the safe house I'll be happy to take a look."

By then, Janes order went out. Stumbling in the dark, Choli kept close to Ava and Dagger, opting to move along the other side of the injured man to help him along. They were making a larger profile but in the dark, Choli could only hope that the patrol wouldn't spot them.

Ducking down beside Ava, Choli took a knee, pressing close to the building beside them. At her thigh was her blaster, and her thumb gave a slight flick of the security harness in case she needed to draw it.

The next few seconds went with the girl holding her breath. Would they spot us?