Part 24 - One flew over the mynock den
“I’d rather get them all off,” Shard breathes. “But…that’s impossible. Even if we stole a Star Destroyer, and somehow could pilot it.” Even so, picking and choosing… “It’s a start, and the Wookies have the best chance of getting off alive if everything goes insane.” And when they return? They need to mount a serious rescue operation. Over a hundred thousand slaves…the idea sickens her soul.
She listens to the others plan, reaching out to pat Juragga’s arm. Rhijans’ practicalities put structure to Haarmon’s ideas, and something begins to emerge, slowly taking shape, it’s validity increasing with every objection, every adjustment. “That could work,” Shard breathes. “Enough of a localized emergency and it might take them in, where something generalized for the entire base might end up having the Imperials button up, or react in a way we don’t want. Void, even a disease that’s going to require the Wookies to be shipped away for treatment before it jumps to other races – or disposal, sorry Juragga – something like that might work as well. Anything to show some kind of need to move the Wookies, and just the Wookies, and right now.“