Public Eviction Day - Wayland

[Alistair Abbott]

Location: Wayland System | Wayland | Smuggler HQ
Objective: Objective III – Survive & Escape
Status: Looking for a Creative Means of Escape
Equipment: Obvious Criminal Clothing | Hydrospanner | DH-17 Blaster Pistol | A280 Blaster Rifle | 2x Thermal Detonators
Nearby: Stone Gra'tua | Travot Ravenna

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It felt like time was moving in slow motion as he ran for the door. He ran as fast as he could, breathing hard, waiting for the inevitable shot in the back or the vicious burn of a lightsaber. But there was no pain; soon he was around a few corners and out of sight.

'It never looks good to run away from us. Remember that'. Alistair jumped at the voice, looking for the source but soon realising it had sounded in his head not aloud. An overwhelming sense of dread filled his body. He'd encountered other force users before. They were much more talented than them, capable of so much worse than just telepathic communication. He needed to be careful.

His first instinct was to run to the hangar, but he forced himself to detour away instead. These attackers seemed organised, and the hangar was likely a trap. Plus, he doubted the others would wait for him before attempting to escape. The likelihood of securing a shuttle was slim in either case.

He forced himself to slow down to a light jog and focused on his breathing. 'Doesn't pay to fall over and sprain your ankle now, does it?' He done that once before, and he didn't have a strong Wookie to carry him out this time. Rounding the corner of the corridor he finally made it back to his workshop. Drawing his blaster, he quickly scanned the room for hostiles and re-holstered once he found it empty.

The workshop hadn't changed in the short period of time, except for the now empty charging port where the B2 had stood. He grabbed a nearby backpack and started grabbing anything useful he could find: a pile of rations, a few tools he couldn't live without and a pair of thermal detonators. He also found A280 and DLT-19 blaster rifles, though he reluctantly ditched the latter, as it was far too heavy.

With his makeshift bug out bag ready, next he needed to work on his escape plan. He'd spent far too long rummaging around the room - anyone might enter at any moment now. His eyes passed over the speeder bikes. It was a possibility to be sure, but he wasn't certain any one of them could go more than 50 metres without catching fire. He didn't exactly have time to perform extensive repairs, and he was unfortunately a magnet for exploding vehicles.

The speeder bikes did give him an idea though. He quickly flitted through his emails on his datapad - clicking on one dated the day he started. He grinned as he read through the text. The boss had a huge swoop bike in a personal garage, one that he was expressly forbidden to repair. At most he was to order the parts only, not install them. He had often lamented the restrictions, as apparently the vehicle was a huge and capable of reaching high speeds. But now it looked Alistair would get a chance to tame the beast. There was only one problem. It was on the other side of the compound.

Alistair shoved the datapad into his bag and readied his blaster rifle. 'Well it beats waiting here to die' he thought, opening the door to whatever awaited outside the workshop.

 

[Stone Gra'tua]

Location : Smuggler's HQ, Wayland
Objective : 1 and 2
Space : Gir Quee Vaux Gred
Wayland Space : Victory Star Destroyer preparing to flee

With the arrival of the Silver Concord Task Force, the Victory Star Destroyer named Gauntlet turned away from the corvette Thunderblight that it had been pursuing. Given the new and present threat, the Pirate destroyer had no choice but to turn and engage, though outnumbered and outgunned. A signal was sent from the destroyer to the base onworld, calling for a full evacuation.

Kalik Squadron continued to engage the Smugglies, who took two further losses, before turning tail to flee back toward their carrier. The Mandalorians pursued them only enough to ensure they ran as fast as they could, before turning back. The fleet could handle one lousy Victory-class. And they'd seen the Jedi had brought their own fighters and interceptors too. The enemy were done, and running away.

Ground : Travot Ravenna Mig Gred Alistair Abbott
Enemy fleeing to space aboard two blockade runner ships

On the ground, Stone nodded a greeting, smiling at the Jedi who had made short work of the B2 droid. "This battle's over. There's always a next one." He was grateful for the support of the SJC, but did not wish anyone to lose sight of what the Mando'ade wanted. Especially Clan Gra'tua; and that was vengeance against the Sith for Mandalore. Wayland was a large step, but to the Mando'ade it was but the first of many.

Outside the base, the Clans of Psadan and Myneyrsh along with the Mandalorian drop troops ensured the droids were wiped out. The smugglers and pirates that hadn't been killed had fled to the western hangar, from where a pair of Blockade Runners were launching, one behind the other. They'd recieved news that their star destroyer was leaving, and that they had better leave along with it.

Smuggler HQ : 50 goons (fleeing)