Operation Promised Land (Rebel Alliance)

[Sammo Hache-Khe of Rae]

@Delila Castillon, @Jorus Merrill, @Yinch, @Kahne Porte, @Mia Monroe @Moira Skaldi @[member="Haven Pryde"]
In Orbit

Although battle raged on just above the surface of the planet and one the ground itself, the space was cold, quite, peaceful. The cosmos with all of its brilliant stars, luminous as often as it was dark and obscure, did not care about the struggles of prisoners on the surface of desert planet. It did not care about the Rebellion or the Empire, the crimes and good deeds alike committed during their wars.
Emperors and Generals can be killed among thousands of soldiers at their side and civilians caught in the middle, but the cosmos does not stop turning or glowing for a second because of such, it does not care.

Lucky for them, there was at least one HRD who cared for more than just slaughtering organics.

In the darkness on side off to the planet a large ship suddenly jumped into real-space with an escort of random starfighters. It was large and battered, grey with dust and age, a ghost ship. The adventuring frigate Young in Spirit, yay!
Taking its helm was the man of average height and stern face, yet a slight smirk was present on his face as he watched the battlefield on the holo-map.

In the hangars of the Spirit scrappy rebels and spacers were hurrying to scramble to what little starfighters the frigate was able to house. Some fighters had to jump beside the frigate as there was no place for them aboard its hangars. The starfighters were not uniform by any means, they were of different models and makes, some old, some new, some were junk fighters makeshift from old parts, even some were civilian models who had no business doing anything in combat, but they were outfitted with weaponry and shielding nonetheless.
Why so?
Well they were no elite troops of the Empire or Republic, but they sure as Chaos wanted to help!

On the bridge of the Spirit,
Sammo looked to his droid communication officer and spoke,
"Connect me to Rebel forces on encrypted channel."
"Roger-roger."
The droid nodded in response as he relayed Sammo, he grabbed a transmitter, speaking into it
"To all Rebel forces, hello, this is Captain Sammo of the Young in Spirit, I am bringing reinforcements of sorts, a couple of good folks I mustered who wanted to help clean up the mess Sith-spit left, over."
Sammo shut the transmission as he sighed and folded his hands behind his spacer leather jacket
"Alright, let's help our friends out, prepare the main guns for combat."
One of the droids turned to him
"Sir, we do not have any guns."
"Oh."
His smirk disappeared as he just remembered it
"Well."
.
.
.
"Let's just sit here a while, I guess."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Without fanfare or drama, the camp's defenses fell silent. Jorus looped his Aleph up above the camp, comming out to his offsite associates.

"Send'em in, folks."

Big Tempus Ardet freighters began to show up, one by one, crammed with medteams and relief supplies. This wasn't the only camp on this world, and this world wasn't the only one where the Mon Calamari diaspora had been forcibly resettled, but this crucial location would help build a HALCYON space train without endangering the rest of the world. And between the trains and the bulk freighters, this world's dispossessed would find their way back home.

But this was only the most heavily secured site. Anyone could kill. The challenges of other worlds, where billions of Mon Calamari had been resettled, were numerical. Tempus Ardets and space trains wouldn't cut it, not alone.

The elite fighter settled to the ground. Lost in thought, Jorus headed off to meet his new friends.

FIN

 

[Kahne Porte]

"Well this isn't good." The Jedi muttered as he was set upon by two enemy fighters. The Jedi barrel rolled to the right side and the fighter ducked down quickly making his way towards the surface breaking through the atmosphere. "Missiles, there locked on." Kahne said in a slightly annoyed tone. "Release the spare part canisters, now." He said to his R4 unit as his fighter ran just above the ground surface luckily the spare parts caught the missiles and a small explosion happened behind him. But they hadn't let up, Kahne veered to the right again but their fire caught his fighter, and fire engulfed the right half of his ship. "Blast!" Kahne muttered under his breath as he slowed the vessel down as much as he could and it started to move back towards the ground. The cockpit slid open and The Jedi Master unbuckled himself and used the force to leap out of the vessel and land on the ground in a rather crumpled heap.

The force easing his landing somewhat, as he rolled across the ground for a moment before finally coming to a stop on his back as he looked up towards the sky.

"Sometimes, I really hate flying..."