Good news about the Khuiumin Survivors and hopefully they’d be survivors on Bodrin too. By the time the Rebels reached Bodrin Lamar was fully recovered.

The Wayfarer still needed to be returned to Radell Corp so Klyn took the borrowed starships and the Gray Griffins to Elrood.

That left Lamar and Lyla with the Alabak’s Gold, a set of co-ordinates planetside and a name Sylvar Kazat.

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The planet was quiet. The industry of mining, smelting and refining was all deactivated until the freezing winter winds and icefall passed. Huddled together and around a heater were four exiles, criminals, Rebels, or otherwise lost ones. Survival not guaranteed they were forced to rely upon each other at least for now until they could get off planet.

OOC Feel free to introduce Grey Tapper, Sylvar Kazat, Treg Quo and Kaesus Dahl. Equally Lamar and Lyla can make their introduction too. Have fun.

Treg sat quietly in the corner. As near the heat source as possible without blocking it from the others. He had his cloak pulled tight, his battered all temperature cloak was good but there were still some cold breezes that got through at times.

He kept his hood up covering the majority of his face. Not just for warmth, most other races found Givin's appearance a bit unsettling to say the least.

Since leaving Yag'Dhul things had not gone as planned. Proven by his current situation, statistically things should start to shift in his favor. At least for a while. But there could be some unforeseen variable that he had not captured in his calculations. Only time would tell.

So, this was Bodrin in the wintertime. Lyla didn't like it. For one, it was all rocks and mines and mining towns, too desolate and dead for her liking. And for two, it was so cold she could freeze her tails off. With an audible shiver, Lyla rubbed her gloved hands together, then pulled her well-wrapped tails down her front and stuffed them under her coat for some more warmth. So elegant, Lyla.

She wasn't even sure why she was here. Something about picking up a Cathar Jedi, name of... ah, she could remember it if she or he stuck around for a mission or two. Saying goodbye to the others had hurt, more than she thought it would, even after blaming the Anguillans for their trauma. With Tera gone, with Klyn gone, she was the only one left on the team from the early days back on Tatooine. So many had come and gone since then, and mostly gone. Only she, the young recruit, remained, now a commander, now leading strangers. Maybe she should have just faded away too, her war over. She could've found herself a nice desert and walked into it. Nah she couldn't. Her drive to survive, to push on, whatever the odds, was too strong.

After arriving at the coordinates Shondra had sent them, Lyla scanned the group, but it was hard to spot a Cathar under all those cloaks, hoods, blankets, and general huddling. A quiet lot. She hoped it just because of the cold, and that it wasn't a bad sign. 'Hey.' she greeted, a signal before anyone was surprised by her approach. 'Hi there. We're looking for a Cathar?' No name, no reason, no mention of being a Jedi; she didn't want to blow their cover while they were in hiding from the Empire.  Imperial spies might not be everywhere, but people who'd betray a friend and turn them in for a quick credit were far too common.

Lamar felt better, but he was still a bit shaken. That stupid droid had betrayed him. He thought he had made a connection with B-11. Now he was sure he had deluded himself.As he dressed his muscles ached from the extended bed rest, and now he would be a bit stiff for a few hours. Still he was alive and B-11 was destroyed.

Heading out of his berth on the ship he headed to the cockpit. Only to find it empty and they were docked. Pulling out his communicator he commed Lyla. "L.T. What's your 20?"
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The good thing about hiding on a cold world like Bodrim was it made fitting in easy: everyone was bundled against the weather. Having a layer of fur meant Sylvar didn't need to be quite as bundled as the rest which allowed for some freedom of movement in case she needed to react with the explosive motion her people were capable of, benefits of being from a race of hunters and predators.

Now she was prey and she didn't like that. Everyone she had known was dead and she liked that even less. That, in fact, made her furious which was something she needed to work on because if anger was a pathway to the Dark Side then fury would be a short jump, at best.

She still bared her fangs and flexed her claws at the thought of what had happened to the Order, her Master, and everyone she had grown up with. The downside of being from a race of hunters and predators - a temper.

Her mood was rather foul as she huddled by the heater and did her best to stay warm. That foul temper was evident when she responded to the person who approached and said they were looking for a Cathar.

"Who's 'we'?" She growled in response, not yet looking up at the speaker.

The shelter and warmth it provided was minimal however as Lyla approached a little protection from the chill wind and a little warmth was welcome.

For those huddled around the heater there was no disguising the arrival of a starship, a heavily modifiered Mon Calamari jump freighter. It’s pilot was a single Twi’lek unless there was more still aboard it.

Lyla slowly scanned the group huddled around the heater, not sure how well they knew one another, if they even cared, nor how much she could say in front of them. 'A free ride off this cold rock.' she said by way of answer. 'A mutual friend sent us,' she lowered her voice a little, 'Shondra Del?' She hoped Sylvar knew Shondra, so they could skip this secret-spy stuff.

Speaking of... What's a "twenty"? Lyla half-turned away and tapped her comlink, replying 'I'm at the coordinates and met her. Hang on.' before she faced Sylvar again.

There was a slight growl that turned into a soft purr at the mention of a free ride and mention of a name she was familiar with. She stood up and faced the speaker, giving her a good look at the distinctive features of a Cathar.

She gave the Twilek a close-lipped smile and nodded. "I'm the one you're looking for. Everything I have is on my person so I see no reason to wait unless you have other business here."

What could be seen of her certainly made a striking impression: white fur with black stripes as opposed to the more common golden colour often seen. Gleaming green eyes regarded the Twilek as she stood to her full height.

"Ready when you are."

Treg had stayed silent as the Twi’lek approached and stated that she was looking for a Cathar. His time away from home had educated him in one thing and that was that most sentients preference was that others stay out of their business. Thankfully the Cathar had apparently recognized something the Twi’lek had said.

At the mention of a ride of world Treg stood. “Pardon my interruption Miss. My name is Treg Guo. I am unfortunately stuck on this frigid planet. Would it be possible to acquire a ride off world? I can not pay, but I would be happy to work for the ride.”

Lamar shrugged and headed to the cockpit to find the coordinates for the meeting. He quickly looked them up on the computer and then headed out carrying his standard loadout.

'Alright.' Lyla replied to Sylvar, also glad to be getting off this cold rock. She was about to activate her comlink again to contact Lamar, maybe save him a trip if that was what he was planning, when she heard an interruption. She turned around, and looked into the empty eye-sockets and skull-like face of a Givin, moving like a puppet on strings.

She was speechless for a moment, but soon recovered her wits. He might be creepy as all cruk, but that wasn't his problem. 'This isn't a charter flight,' she returned abruptly, but didn't want to sound like she was rejecting him because of his looks. But she hesitated, glancing around. Cruk. She needed more hands to fly the ships and fight their battles,  more bodies take the shots. For the first time, she found herself in an unusual and awkward position. Previously, new teammates had been assigned by Command and recruited by other Rebels. Now she, allegedly a Commander in the Alliance Military, had to do both herself. And she wasn't going to trick anyone into it. But after B11's betrayal, how could she trust anyone? 'We go where we've got to go, we do what we've got to do, and we fight those we've got to stop. Right now, that's going to be pirates. And worse. Is that the kind of work you can do?'

Treg looked at the lady for a moment as he considered and weighed his option. "In truth such work is not what I would normally choose. But given that my current statistical chance of survival on this celestial body is numerically far inferior to my chances of survival given the line of work you delineated. I believe I would be willing to join you in such work."

Like most Givin his response had some mathematical connotations, but apparently he had managed to keep those minimal a easily understood. Unlike the majority of his race. "I am knowledgeable in physical sciences, galactic lore and technology. Decently skilled in mechanics &, piloting and passable in a few other skills. Hopefully some of which will prove of value to you should you agree to my working for you."

Finding the coordinates, Lamar looked it up on his dataslate, and heads out of the ship towards the meeting. "Why didn't she wake me? We shouldn't be at these type of meetings without backup." He grumbled as he walked.

Lyla nodded, accepting at least some of what Treg was bringing to the table, more than sciences and, apparently, mathematics. 'Mechanics and piloting, good. But can you handle a blaster? Have you got a weapon?' She cast an eye about his person for something that fit bill; up to now, she'd avoided looking too closely at the Givin.

Treg nodded to the question. "I am proficient with the use of a blaster. Though I am not as skilled as a true full time combatant. And I do currently posses a blaster."

As Lamar headed to the meeting, he pulled the collar of his coat up and remembered his homeworld. It too was cold like this. It brought back memories of his family, both good... and bad. His eyes grew wet as he walked through the area. looking for the meeting place. he wiped them quickly and looked up at the building he was being directed to. Okay LT I'm here. he thought to himself.

He entered the building, a blast of cold air following him inside.

As the door swung open, admitting a rush of cold air and another rugged-up figure, the Twi'lek tensed and glanced over her shoulder, clearly wary of any ambush. She relaxed as she realised who it was. 'Oh, hey. I found her. And a couple of others who want a ride off this ice ball. Treg Guo here says he can fly, fix stuff, and fire a blaster. What do you say?' Lyla needed a second opinion from Lamar; she didn't want to be responsible for taking on board the next R4-B11. 'Think he'll do better than the last new guy?' she said, with an emphasis on "new guy" to indicate who she meant and what she was worried about.

Lamar walks over to the lieutenant and looks at Treg, giving him a once over.

"You aren't going to go crazy and try and blow up the ship are you?" He asks Treg wearily.

The air was cold and the wind made it feel freezing on any exposed skin. Everyone was cold, survival until the winter ended was not guaranteed even for the most hardy of species.

Passage on board a starship would be welcome escape.
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Treg tilted his head as he listed to the new arrival and his strange question. "Statistically speaking I perceive that chance to be less than one in one million. Unless there is some variable that I do not currently know and thus can not factor in to the equation. So my answer would be no."

Lamar couldn't help letting out a bark of laughter at the analytical way of saying it. "Seriously? You calculated the odds? What are you a mathematician or something?"

Lamar had never met a Givin before, so his amusement was from his lack of understanding.

He looked over at the LT and said, "Is he serious? Or pulling my leg?"

Lyla was thankful for his directness in asking the most important question that had been on her mind. One of them, anyway; she was still unsure how to broach the fact that they were actually Rebels and how to sort the Rebel sympathiser wheat from the Imperial collaborator scumbag chaff. A quiz night, maybe?

She chuckled dryly at Treg's and Lamar's responses. 'Droids and nerds only say that sort of thing because no one else can check their math. But I think he's joking. And that's good enough for me. You're in.' she confirmed to the Givin with a welcoming grin.

She sighed, breathing misting in the cold air, and surrendered to the inevitable. She called to the other two, who'd been silent so far. 'And what about you others? Are you also looking for a ride offworld?'
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