Dohr had one more look at Mark. By all accounts the man should not be alive anymore, but the Kel Dor was very glad he was. This was quite unlike the first encounter with the CO he had imagined, but in the Doc's mind it was in a strange way good. He'd been part of the Talons for quite a while now ever since they'd left Det Akari in a bit of a haste. Dohr was sure hiring him had been approved by Mark or at least Zyra, but there had never been a chance to meet either in person before now. Something more important had called the leaders of the organization away. They knew now what that something was.

The 'good' in meeting Mark like this came from grim facts alone. The Black Talon team had missed a proper doctor when Dohr had been recruited. In fact that was probably one of the, if not the, main reasons why he was there in the first place. Sheila was a skilled medic and some of the others had experience in binding wounds in combat situations too, but ugly truth was that none of them would have been able to save the Admiral. Hell, Dohr wasn't sure he had been able to either. The situation was still very much touch and go.

Satisfied, though not happy with the results of his and Trycson’s work, Dohr nodded to himself once more and turned his gaze to the medic. The Doc cleared his throat and waited until their eyes met. ”You have performed admirably, Trycson. Should the Admiral survive, it will be thanks to your work just as much as mine, if not more. And regardless of the outcome, once we are out of this hell, I will recommend a promotion for you.” With another customary nod, Dohr powered on his coms.

”Seven. Eight here. The operation is done. Trycson will stay with One. The patient is critical, but stable. Let me know where you want me. I am currently underarmed.”
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Devon was just starting to form the wrds to question Dohr on whether he'd be better used staying with Mark, rather than out here - then bit his tongue. Dohr knew what he was doing.
"Eight, good work.  If you're free, get out here - you can use my carbine."  Devon would fall back on his pistol and - if it came to it - stun baton.

He nodded to Kira and Dyre.
"Get over there.  Try not to provoke anyone, but if they come for you, DON'T hold back - they need to think we're too dangerous to take on.  Keep me informed."
Turning to Heigren, Devon said:
"Round up a few volunteers to help Troggog" he jerked a thumb in the Ithorians direction "run that siege weapon of his...Then get over to that other bunkhouse an keep those people calm, have them ready to move."
Regarding the catapult, Devon asked:
"Hey, Troggog, can we load that thing with stuff that burns?  Get some more light out there?  Start some more fires?"
Finally, he keyed his commlink.
"Slattery, drop what you're doin' an' get out here.  Ain't gonna be time to finish your project now."

Devon shifted nervously from one foot to the other as he stared out into the night, trying to anticipate the first attack.
"Where's my goddamn runner?" he muttered.

People get into motion quickly.  Dyre and Kira move off towards the western defenders while Heigren heads off north to round up volunteers for the siege weaponry.  Dohr joins up with Devon and after a brief explanation of Mark's condition, Zyra rushes off back to the tent.

The seconds drag on for poor Devon.  He needs updates but they take time and he is feeling impatient.  However, he feels worse as suddenly everything starts to happen at once.

Corporal Slattery turns up, accompanied by four strong-looking prisoners.  She sends them off to the catapult before approaching Devon.  "Corporal Slattery reporting for redeployment sir." she says crisply.

Before he can answer his comm crackles.  "Delta Lead this is Epsilon 11, I'm at the tunnel entrance.  Your droid was just outside the other end of the tunnel.  It successfully updated the Captain, I confirmed this but the droid reports it has been unable to contact Delta 5, Delta 6 or Alpha 9.  It is holding position as you ordered it to deliver its message before returning."

Suddenly a blood curdling scream fills the air, coming from the South West.  His head whips in that direction and he can see Epsilon 12 looking around frantically to the south but nothing else is visible.

To the west, Devon notices many of the enemy prisoners are moving.  They seem to be coming together but the darkness is affecting him.


OOC: Roll20 map updated.

Heigren is now at the northern bunkhouse.  Cpl Slattery and Dohr are now with Devon/Mika.

Troggog has 4 helpers for his catapult.

Zyra has returned tot he command tent.

Dyre/Kira are heading towards the western bunkhouse.  From said area a loud scream was just heard.

Many of the enemy prisoners are moving towards each other.

Devon's runner is back.  The captain is standing by and will move on your order but the skyhook team are silent.

Heigren moved everyone in his bunkhouse away from the doors and windows as best he could.  He picked some of the prisoners with the sharpest eyes or even any people with more advanced night vision to watch the doors and windows.

While they waited he moved through the groups of people.  He smiled, laughed, cajoled, doing everything he could to lower the tension.  He put on his best showman's face while he desperately waited for news from Devon.  His fist gripped his staff tightly and he had to will himself not to continually reach up to check his blaster was loose in is holster.  He would use it if need be to defend these people but he hoped it wouldn't come to that.

Devon listened to Dohrs report on Marks condition, and struggled to keep his lunch down.  It seemed to be a common theme with Doctors that they didnt realize that most people didnt want to know exactly how much blood and puss could be contained in one limb...

"Good work, Doc.  You're unarmed?  Slattery, you got a spare piece?  Loan it to the Doc here.  The pair of you, stick with me for now - till we know where we're needed.  We're gonna -"

The scream completely derailed Devons train of thought.
Devons grip tightened on his carbine, but stopped just short of levelling the weapon and blasting away into the night.

Think, THINK.  What the hell was going on?

First things first, he snapped into his commlink.   "Two, Three: you two should be runnin' - get over there and report back.  Epsilon 11, tell the captain to standby.  We may need him any second.  Make sure he knows which areas we are defendin'.  Don't want any friendly fire."

Devon.
"Roll call - everyone on this channel: sound off as I call you and report situation."
Devon worked through the list of names and callsigns as quickly as as he was able - he needed to know what was going on and if any of his people were hurt before he reacted.

Kira nods at Devon's orders and started moving towards the area indicated. At the sound of the scream, Kira freezes for a split second and drew her pistol's, aiming towards the scream. Her brow furrowed as she stood for a second. "Now what..." She mutters to herself as Devon's orders come over the comm.

She looked at Dyre, then started running towards the sound, her pistols ready

Dohr nodded to Devon. ”Indeed I am.” He then accepted the weapon from Slattery, gave it a once-over, checked the clip and nodded to the soldier. It wasn’t his personal N’Gant, but it would have to do for now. ”That is much better. Thanks.”

Getting into a fight with the prisoners was not something the Kel Dor was looking forward to. He didn’t enjoy hurting people, let alone taking lives and bringing a blaster into a stick fight seemed quite unfair. Then again, he was not going to let the “enemy” attack the civilians on their side of the camp either. Of course Dohr didn’t know who the people on the “other side” were. They might be rebels too for all he knew. But it seemed right now that they were indeed the bad guys and intent on assaulting the side of the camp the Talons were on. They will be sorry they even tried and so will I.

Corporal Slattery hands Dohr a standard issue blaster pistol and the begins checking her spare.    The failing light makes things progressively harder.  Epsilon 11 points out the Captain is already standing by and if he goes to tell him again then he wont be in position to receive comms of an attack order.

Neither Kira or Dyre respond to Devon's message, they just keep moving in.  Kira rushed ahead, while Dyre moved more cautiously.  Kira ran with twin blasters while Dyre still held a spear.

As Kira approached the group of soldiers she heard a roar and saw a Trandoshan run out of the darkness towards Epsilon 12.  The soldier stood firm, spear ready, but it turned out he wasn't the target.  At the last moment the enemy veered, grabbed up the torch and smashed it into the dirt, extinguishing it.  The whole area went dark.  That's when the roaring started, and soon the screams.

Devon heard the continued screams and wanted to yell in his comm again but his attention shifted to the larger groups of prisoners that had gravitated into the central platform near the skyhook.  Around two dozen prisoners were there now.  Some stared south toward the commotion, but many stared east towards Devon and his colleagues.  They looked eager, hungry.

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Dohr, you have a blaster.

Kira, the screams are coming just south of you.  You can here growling and yelling but it's too dark to see anything now the Trandoshan doused the light.  You figure there is at least one enemy within 10 metres of you as well as E12 and around half a dozen friendly spearmen.

Dyre growled as Kira ran off ahead.  But that was nothing compared to the curses out of his mouth when the lights went out.  His movement slowed to a crawl and he kept his spear out in front of him like a cane.

"Lead, we need some light over here.  Can't see a damn thing.  Bet you some of these aliens can see alright though."

Orders get shouted back and forth and a general state of confusion exists.  Dyre's calls for light go unanswered as he flails around in the dark.  He grunts as a searing pain burst from his left flank.  He grunts in pain and flails around in the dark, his hand instinctively going to his side.  It comes away wet and sticky.  Even without his sight he recognises the feel of blood.

Kira, who had plowed ahead was similarly hampered, unable to see her hand in front of her face. She hears a scream from in front of her and holds her blasters out reflexively.  Something hard clips her in the right shoulder, it knocks her forward a little but causes no real damage.

While Devon rummages around in a bag, Devon looks around from his vantage point.  The groups of prisoners are beginning to come together.

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OOC: Roll20 map updated.

Chaos abounds. Dyre has just been hurt badly, Kira took a clip to the shoulder that was either badly aimed or accidental.  Nobody but them know of their injuries.  Perhaps someone flailing in the dark.  People are screaming in pain and nobody can see a thing!

Devon, you Mika and Dohr can see a lot of movement in the shadows to the west of you.  Definitely people there but you can't make out numbers.</i>

The voices and noises in the darkness made Dohr uneasy. Not because he was worried about his own health, no. He was a soldier and a veteran of numerous battles. The uneasiness came from the fact that they were still too far spread and the enemy had more than one or two directions to attack from. But there was nothing they could do about that right now. The Kel Dor worried about his patient and others who might not be able to defend themselves.

He hated himself for what he felt he had to do… Dohr sighed and flipped the switch on his blaster pistol to lethal. He hated the idea of killing anyone, but the extra reach would probably be needed. He turned to Devon. ”Seven. Priority Zero is to keep One and Nine alive, right? We may not be able to save the rest...”

Having said that, a thought struck Dohr. The infrared goggles! Did I take them with me? He quickly dropped on one knee and started going through his bag. After a couple of seconds he stopped and cursed under his breath. The goggles had had to go to make room for all the gear needed in the operation. They were sitting in a bag right next to his weapons by the tunnel's entrance.  [Language unknown: Eenderill k stiil, was eiit houdinous Ersie!]

About to stand up, the Doc’s fingers met something cold, thin and round. The flashlight! Dohr grabbed the torch in his supporting hand, stood up and took hold of his blaster pistol in the two-handed grip he’d been taught a long time ago in the DAF. He flicked the flashlight on and aimed it towards the commotion in the west.

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OOC: The plan is to shoot at anyone who's clearly the enemy
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Kira stumbled in the dark, the injury to her shoulder minor enough to keep going.  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her eyes would be of no use here at the moment so she needed her other senses. She listened to the screams of pain and cries of confusion. She knelt and felt the cool earth. She could smell the fresh air, mixed with hints of smoke from the fire she had lit as well as other smells.

Though she would have loved her eyes, and the fact that the darkness put her at a disadvantage, it also put enemies too.

....unless they could see in this darkness.

Kira knew that her only ally at the moment (other than luck), was stealth.  She had to move quietly and quickly for cover.  She shuffled backwards, her blasters in hand, and crouched, making herself a smaller target. She then used her hands to feel the terain to find a defensible place.

...Hopefully luck would stay on her side.

"Maybe, but lesse how many others we can manage."
Devon raised his weapon - he'd hoped for dumb opposition, but he Commander had once told him to never expect the enemy to co-operate in creating his dream engagement.
Play the hand your dealt instead.
"These assholes are too smart by half - they're gonna blind us to remove our firepower advantage."  he muttered.
"Two, Three - tell the folk in that bunkhouse next to you to fall back towards the rest of us, then do the same.  They're unarmed, you're not.."

Play the hand you've been dealt.
Right now, Devons hand included a combat walker and a strike team of commandos.
"Epsilon 11, I want the captain an' his team in here NOW.  Everyone else, if you can light up your area, do it now.  Torches, emergency flares, I dont care what.  Apart from that, hunker down an' hold on - help is comin'."

Dyre grunts.  The pain in his flank was excruciating.  He shouted in his comm.  "Damnit.  They're swarming us.  Need light and backup like FUCKING NOW!"

The shouts of Dyre over the comm ended in a gasp and then silence.  However the silence is punctuated by numerous yells and screams piercing the night.  From Dyre's direction there is a cacophany of noise.  Roars of bestial aggressions, shouts of orders, and screams of people suffering injury.  The darkness adds to the intensity as people scream and die.

Lost in the darkness, Kira began backing up slowly.  She didn't manage to escape the darkness but at least nobody else struck her.  However ahead of her she began to here the screams.  She knew the sound of people being killed when she heard it.

Another roar goes up through the camp, a roar that begins to reverberate.  Almost as one the enemy prisoners, who had slowly been grouping and advancing, seemed to suddenly lose all semebelance of patience and sanity and charged towards the east side of camp.

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OOC: Battle time!  The enemy are attacking and there is a LOT of them.  Map has been updated.

Dyre is no longer responding to comms.

Devon, E11 is heading out as instucted but it will take time.
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Well, now I got no options left thought Devon with a feeling of horror as he heard the roar.

"OPEN FIRE!"  he yelled into his commlink and levelled his gun at the approaching mob.
He risked a glance over his shoulder at the catapult and its crew.
"Hit them!" he yelled pointing into the rapidly closing pack.  "Hit them now!"

Without waiting to see if Troggog would obey, Devon braced against the recoil and hosed down the front rank of the mob.

"I've survived a damn civil war, I've fought TIEs, an' I've fallen off a damn skyhook."  he snarled. "I have not come this far to die now."

As Dohr flicked on the flashlight, he saw no one in the cone that pierced the darkness. He quickly moved the light around the area beyond the fire. It hit the the roaring group of enemies at the same as Devon's order reached his ears and Dohr had to force down a feeling of panic as he saw ten prisoners charging through the darkness towards him. Ten!

Instincts took over and thanks to his lighting fast reflexes, the Doc reacted immediately. Trusing the sudden wall of light from his torch to have at least some kind of a blinding effect on the attackers and the weapon fire to cause panic in them, Dohr fired his blaster rapidly at the mass of people heading his way. At the same time he took a few steps back to get into cover.

The Kel Dor very much wanted to run to his bag to get his goggles and weapons, but he couldn't do that right now.

In hindsight it was hard to tell what happened first, the charge of the prisoners or the call to open fire.  It all happened so quickly.  One moment there was large groups of prisoners cautiously creeping towards the east side of camp, then there was a cacophony of roars, charging foes and concentrated blaster fire.  Prisoners went down by the score, blaster holes burned in their chests but the rest, driven on by the insanity of near starvation and brutal treatment forces them on.  Nobody uses stun, no matter how sympathetic they may feel.  This is kill or be killed and killing is exactly what happens.  For four long minutes the blasters fire, the prisoners charge and people on both side are slaughtered.  So loud is the battle that the sounds of the AT-OT's heavy guns blasting the shields is lost to sight.  It's only when the shield flickers and fails and the walker moves in that most of the prisoners flee.  Some fight on and have to be killed, nearly all taking at least one more person down with them.  With the shields down however the prisoners retreated.  Wether due to the arrival of the walker or the sudden risk that the jungle predators could now enter camp was anyone's guess.

Before Sivren and Devon could re-establish contact, all eyes turned to the skyhook, where the elevator was slowly descending.  The friendly prisoners reported that the Imperials never used the elevator, preferring the shuttle.

The AT-OT took up position where it could both target and defend the elevator.  Some of the enemy prisoners looked like they might be ready to attack again but the big guns held them in check.

Finally the elevator arrived and Corporal Kyane, the soldier who had been on the skyhook team stepped out.  He quickly spoke into his comm.

"Sir.  I have to get back up to cover the prisoners but comms are a mess up there.  Delta Five and Six will be bringing the shuttle down momentarily.  Skyhook is secure.  We request soldiers to help us hold it.  We can then start evacuating personnel by the shuttle on a needs basis to the skyhook."




OOC: Since we've lost so many PC's I'm pushing through the battle to the next phase.

At present Dohr, Devon and Heigren and Kira are uninjured, but battered and bruised.  Dyre has severe injuries but is still conscious.  Only Dyre and Kira survived the SW attack of the soldiers and a third the civilians are dead.  The other two held better.  You have a handful of critically injured (including Mark) who will need urgent medical attention.  Others need medical care.

Let's keep this moving.

Heigren staggers over to the other Talons.  His normal flamboyant, jovial nature is gone.  The man looks like he's in a drunken stupor though that is impossible given both his lack of access to alcohol and his natural resistance to the substance.  HIs clothes are dirty and torn.  There is blood over his hands and clothes though little of it seems to be his.

"They. . .they just kept coming.".  He stammered, his glassy eyes state not even seeming to see the others.  "I killed, I killed so many.  Had to do it.  So many, such hunger.  Couldn't use stun.  So many, so hungry, wouldn't stop, oh my god."

The Zeltron fell to his knees and burst into uncontrolled sobs.

Kira, still in the darkness, could hear the carnage all around her...the blasters, the screams...


...the dying.

But, grimed face, she was determined not to be a causality of this planet. Gripping her pistol, she lowered herself to the ground so she was practically crawling, nand backed away, hoping to leave the darkness.

...she had to help the others.

She could hear Heigren, and made for his voice. "Don't shoot. I'm comingh out of the darkness." She called.

Devon spun around jerkily, aiming his gun into every shadow, hunting for more targets.
Then he exhaled shakily and lowered his weapon.
"Damn" he muttered, and took a firmer grip on his gun.  Maybe that way people wouldn't see how much his hands were shaking.
When Heigren came staggering out of the night, Devon half raised his weapon again before he recognized the Zeltron.

As Heigren collapsed to his knees, Devon crouched next to the Zeltron and put an arm round the mans shoulders.  He looked up at Dohr.
"Doc, we've got wounded." he said quietly.  Not that the Kel-Dor would need telling - everyone could hear the cries of the injured.  "Do what you can."

He leaned in close to Heigren.
"I know." he muttered. "I know.  An' I'm sorry I made you do this."
He swallowed a couple of times before he continued, trying to keep his own voice from breaking.   He could guess the sort of images playing in Heigrens mind - only a minute earlier Devon had been fending off a screaming unarmed man who had attacked him with teeth and nails.  Devon had clubbed the guy down with the butt of his rifle, then shot the prone man where he lay.  He had a feeling it would be a long while before he forgot that mans face.
"But we ain't through this yet, we ain't done here.  We're gonna rescue these people, an' we're gonna take 'em home.  An' I need your help if we're gonna do that, OK?  Hate me if you want, but I need you on your feet. Can you do that?"

There was another shout from the darkness and Devon surged upright, swinging his weapon to bear on the source of the noise.  Kira.
Once he was certain she was alone, he lowered his gun again.  Where the hell had she been?
"Where's Three?" he asked, then activated his commlink.  "Three, report"

Devon looked over to Sivren.
"Captain, we're gonna need a perimeter - an' my people are all torn up.  If you can secure things down here, I'll take a team up to help secure the skyhook, along with a shuttle pilot."
He nodded to Mika.  "Thats you."

Who else to send 'upstairs'? he wondered.
Himself, he decided.  Kira.  Dyre.  Definitely Heigren - get the guy out of this blood bath.  Slattery and a few more of Sivrens troops, if they could be spared.
Dohr would have to stay down here, tending to the wounded.
Devon issued orders, and finished by activating his commlink again.

"Three, report right now." he waited a few moments, "Three, can you say your position?  We'll come to you."
He grabbed Slattery and set off toward Kira.  He grabbed a burning branch from one of the fire pits as he passed, it would do as a light source.
"Two, show us where you last saw him."

With Heigren not responding to Devon's request, Dyre's absence, Dohr buried in the care of the wounded and various other factors, the Talons weren't ready to secure the Skyhook.  Instead Sivren sent a four man team with Corporal Kyane to keep things secure.

Less than five minutes later the shuttle flew overhead.  It didn't land immediately, instead it hovered over the west side of camp.  The cargo ramp opened and boxes spilled out all over the ground.  Less than a minute later the enemy prisoners who had only recently been attacking, roared in unison and ripped into the boxes.  Their were howls of pleasure as they began tearing into the cargo and began stuffing something into their mouths.

The shuttle then veered to the landing area, and under the watchful eye of the walker's guns, landed.  Quickly Kyvarr stepped out, Nijel in her arms, ready to shoot.  Seeing the prisoners were busy with her 'care packages' she turned to Devon.

"Found a stock of synthmeat and protein paste on board.  Seems they were stocked to feed these guys, just thought it would be funnier to starve them.  Let's load up the wounded while they're eating."  She keys her comm.  "Six, tell them to send down the elevator."

Several shuttle and elevator trips later, the majority of people were evacuated.  Dohr, his assistant evacuated with the seriously wounded first.  Devon included Heigren and Zyra in that crew.  The more able bodied were evacuated by elevator.  Meanwhile Sivren's team remained alert in the AT-OT in case the prisoners should try something.  For now they seemed happy to have something digestible to eat.

Devon evacuated on the final shuttle run, taking the co-pilot seat.  Fiarr was serving as pilot while Kyvarr had managed the cargo master duties.  The shipjacker was able to breathe a sigh of relief.  The friendly prisoners were evacuated and the others, well they could see when they had finally eaten.  The Talons had all moved to the Skyhook along with five of Sivren's people - two soldiers, two engineers and the medical assistant for Dohr.  The rest of Sivren's team remained on planet to secure the perimeter until the shields could be reinstated.

It was several hours before the Talons were able to regroup in the skyhooks briefing room.  Everyone had been run off their feet for the whole time, though most had managed a quick shower and a bite to eat, the latter usually supplied by grateful ex-prisoners who were busy serving us cooks, assistants, guards to the skyhook's Imperial crew and whatever other use they could be.  Their sheer numbers had swamped the living space so the hangar had been made into accommodation as well as the dormitories.  It was crampled but compared to what they had come from it was luxury.

Devon was the last to enter the briefing room and he noticed he'd been left the chair at the end of the table.  Zyra was there and interestingly had not assumed the chair of command, but the seat to it's right, where she had always sat with Mark.  All the others were seated, including Dyre, who they'd recovered badly wounded but alive.  A bacta treatment had him looking better though Devon noticed Dohr was keeping a close eye on him.  He noticed some of the prisoners had supplied enough caf and sandwiches to feed a small platoon.

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OOC: I've brought you up to speed on what you've all been up to in PM.
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Fiarr stretched and looked around the table.  "I swear guys, if we nuked this entire station we'd probably be doing everyone, including the Empire, a favour.  There are sick specimens of supposed life aboard this station."

"I spent the time interrogating the station commander and his second in command.  A more disgusting, depraved pair I don't think I've met.  The holos alone I found is enough to give me nightmares for a week.  Personally I can't decide if I'd rather push them out an airlock or strip them, smear them in a mix of honey and protein paste and dump them in the jungle and let the native fauna sort them out."

"I can promise you any court will take a microsecond to give these guys life, or more likely death.  I say we save them the time."

"I'm planning to go over the shuttle when I get some rest.  Good news is she's a fairly standard Gamma Class Assault shuttle which means she's well armed and shielded, has a hyperdrive and her hyperspace charts are fairly new.  Bad news is while she's pretty roomy, I don't see how we could fit all of us, Sivren't people and all the prisoners in.  Especially if we're packing bacta tubes.  That's also assuming we're leaving the prisoners on the planet behind as well as the Imps we've captured."


OOC: Remembering Fiarr is not above doing wetwork and has done so more than once without qualm, the fact she is disturbed by these guys, gives you an idea how bad they truly are.
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Sitting at the table in the Skyhook’s briefing room, Dohr felt like he could finally breath again. The last hours had been crazy, both busy and just mad. He hadn’t really had any time to think over what had happened and what he and those around him had been forced to do. Heigren’s reaction back at the prison camp had been hard to watch and endure for although the Kel Dor had felt terrible and had wanted to cry, he knew the empathetic Zeltron had felt twice as bad, probably more.

Deep inside, the doctor was just that, a healer. His mission was to keep everyone alive and in as a good shape as possible. But he was a soldier too and had long ago accepted the fact that in war, and in war they were with the Empire, terrible things had to be done to stop even more terrible things from happening. Somehow fighting enemy soldiers, mercenaries, assassins had been easier than what he had been forced to do today. Dohr couldn’t really blame the prisoners who had attacked the Talons and the people they had come to rescue. The imperials had all but forced their hands. Therefore, when Fiarr spoke out in anger, Dohr found himself nodding. He did not accept killing prisoners, any prisoners. But at the moment he was not beyond punishing the imps by taking them planetside and leaving them to survive in the camp they had created for others.

”I am against throwing them out of the airlock as they are now helpless. We must not became as cruel as they are or we have already lost this war. But when we leave, let us give them a little food, knives and tools and leave them in the jungle. Perhaps they can survive until someone starts wondering where they have gone… Perhaps not. At least we have given them a fighting chance, which is far more than they gave the prisoners.”

Dohr shrugged. It just was his opinion. Right now he wasn’t sure he had enough energy left to fight, if the decision would be to simply execute the imperials.

”That aside, I am sure you will all be pleased to know that Mark is enjoying a bath of batca and what is even better, the tank is transportable. His situation is still critical, but I am having high hopes for his recovery… As you all probably already know, I was forced to amputate his leg. But the decicion was simple, if not easy. Without the operation…” Dohr casts a look at Devon sitting at the end of the table, ”Devon’s role as the acting director would now be a permanent one.”

The Doc let out another sigh and a took careful sip of caf. ”If and when we need to move, just give me and Trycson a 15 minute head start to prepare Mark and the other patients for the transfer.” Having said that, Dohr turned his worrying eyes to Dyre. ”Some might be trying to look better off than they really are.”

Dohr returned to his caf, but then remembered something: "Oh and what Fiarr said. Rest, we all need it. However it is yet unclear to me how long can we actually stay here unnoticed. Is there some kind of a communication schedule between the Skyhook and the imperial fleet? While it would be great if we could take a couple of hours to regain some energy, Sivren and his men are still waiting in the jungle below and they have a long trip back to the container."
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Devon hesitated for a moment when he saw the seat left open for him, then sat with a slightly resigned expression.  He hadnt REALLY expected that Zyra would displace him, but still, this was the closest he had been to his old bosses in a while, and the thought HAD occured to him.  He nodded to her as he sat.
"Before we begin, some of you already know her, but for those who don't:  everyone - this is Zyra Jax.  Before her capture she was the squadron XO an' the lady who figured an idiot like me deserved  a chance to do some good.  For now, she's agreed to pick up where she left off - makin' sure we all get what we need to do our jobs.  She's very good at what she does, so take advantage."
Whilst Fiarr and Dohr talked Devon sat with his head in his hands, caf untouched.  He massaged his temples as his listened.  He was tired.
"We need those officers alive for now.  An' after we're gone... I don't care.
So we've taken the Skyhook an' we're in control on the ground.    Good work."
Although Devon  didnt expand, the earnest tone he delivered the praise in left no doubt he meant it.   He paused for a moment.

"But that means we've traded one set of problems for another.  We're in control of the Skyhook, we've located the people we came here for.  An' now we gotta get them outta here.
Here's where things get sticky - the briefing said there's at least one an' probably two Destroyers in this system.  I'm plannin' to be long gone before they take an interest.    But we need to know where they are.  Fiarr - interrogate people, check sensor logs, comms logs.  Anything else you can think of.  Do your thing.  Find those damn Destroyers for me.

Meanwhile, everyone else - we need to start preparing for evac.
Me an' Zyra have gone over the numbers, an' even if we leave behind all those nutjobs who attacked us... that means we've still got about eighty people to get outta here - us, the prisoners, Sivren an' his people.  On top of that, the Commander is in a bacta cylinder, he takes up a lotta room.  Once you factor in the added drain on life support an' stuff he's gonna count as about ten people all by himself."

Devon let those numbers sink in for a moment.
"We've got a gamma class shuttle, an' we've got that container out in the forest.  On paper, we've got the capacity to do this.  Shuttle can take forty, call it sixty if we cram 'em in.  Container can lift about a hundred, if we leave the walker behind.
Maybe we divide people between the two.  Maybe we put everyone in that container an' sneak out the way we came in.  We've gotta find the best option an' get people where they need to be for their ride home.  Then we get the hell outta here before those Destroyers come knockin' on our door.

Now help me plug the holes in this plan, an lets get movin'."