Orientation
You return from the lodge to find Boss Huxer waiting for you. He is no longer alone. Standing with him are a pair of droids. One is eight feet tall, covered with chrome armour. It has thick arms and legs, and its 'head' is a dome that meets its torso to create a massive block of metal. It stands tall, bold, and silent.
The other could not be more different. It crouches low, its thin wiry limbs resembling pipes fitted with hydraulics. It might be about five feet standing tall. Its reptillian head flits back and forth, with two glowing yellow eyes. The entire thing is painted a mix of dark colours: brown, blue, green, and black. Even sitting in plain sight, it's hard to see in the low light.
Huxer sees you coming and starts laughing. "Oh, ho ho ho! Look at the holly jaxes, all geared up with their lunchboxes and ready for the first day of school! What's that, big man?" Huxer points with his one arm at Onyx's weapon.
"You're in the Rebellion, precious. We earn our guns. Think you can just walk into an Imp stronghold armed to the teeth?"
"You're prey now, and don't forget it. Those little popguns are more likely to get you killed than save you. That's one thing you're here to learn."
Given no choice, you disgorge yourselves of your weapons. Huxer promises to keep them safe until you return. While smiling.
Huxer waves his hand over the wooded valley behind him. "This valley is your home for the night. You'll be out there in the dark, making friends with insects until dawn. By the way, on this planet night is about point-eight standard days."
"Good. Now kids, meet your babysitters. This big guy is Bubbles, and his little friend is Skinny. They're going to be keeping an eye on you during your first training mission. And when I say 'keeping an eye...'
"... Bubbles, show them your marker."
The big droid, Bubbles, raises his right arm. On it is attached an odd gun-like device that seems to have a big plasteel reservoir and a tank of compressed air.
"Bubbles' marker is loaded with little breakable balls filled with Dispersal Gas. Anyone ever breathe it? Anyone want to try now?" He glances around, with a leering smile. "No? That's okay, you'll get your chance if he catches you."
"Skinny doesn't have a weapon, so she's probably less of a threat to you, right?" Skinny tilts her head, her glowing eyes leaving light-trails in the growing dark. You can see her oversized three-fingered hands resting in the dirt as she crouches low.
"Now, I was told that Command doesn't want you all to die right away, so I prepared the area for you. If you keep your eyes open, you'll find a few goodies I scattered around for you. Might save you a little time that you'll need for running."
"In the spirit of fairness, the last dose you'll ever receive, we'll wait for an hour while you make yourselves at home. Bubbles was sharing his recipe for grilled gorg wrapped in manak leaves."
Counter-Intel: Break the 'scent trail'
Ground Superiority: Defeat one of the robots
Intelligence: locate the robots without yourself being located
resource acquisition: acquire a food cache
Tech procurement: acquire a hidden device