Defender_16 Posted October 9, 2005 Share Posted October 9, 2005 A Carbon scorred YT-2400 light freighter dropped out of hyperspace in the skies above F'tral. From orbit the planet looked like one of any other number of planets in the Outer Rim Territories. Mon Mothma looked through the viewports as they began their run into the atmosphere. They were coming down over the planets largest ocean, at the edge of which was a small base that the Rebellion had established more than a year ago. No, it wasn't small. She mentally corrected herself. It was just a worthless speck until a few months ago, now it was one of the largest facilities they had left. Drayson spoke up from behind her. "Would you like to strap in Mon Mothma? I'm sure there's bound to be some turbulence when we get lower." She shook her head in response. "That's quite alright General. Dash has things well under controll I'm sure." "Don't worry about a thing. Even with this much damage the Outrider'll fly as smooth as sheer silk." said Dash Rendar, flashing an insuferable grin at his passengers. Just as promised the flight was a smooth one. In minutes they were gliding over water and low waves on repulsors. Ahead set into a cliff face was a hanger bay that looked as if it had been transplanted from a Calimari Star Cruiser. An A-Wing escorted them to the bay entrance then headed toward space. A flight officer directed them to an open berth where Dash skillfully spun the ship in place so that it could take off more quickily if needed. Surrounding the Outrider were a half dozen other vehicles and shuttles in various states of repair. "Thank you again Dash, I hope you'll be arround for a few more days, we may need you again for any number of things." "As long as the Alliance can spare some change to keep me in business then I'm here as long as you need me." Commented Dash as he helped Mon Mothma off the ship. A handfull of troopers were waiting for them at the base of the ramp and called for a medic as soon as they saw the condition the passengers were in. Both had been wounded durring their escape from a Lancer Frigate that had been transferring them to a nearby Imperial garrison world. If not for Rendar's fortunate timing both would have been captured again or killed. + + + It was only a day later when Mon Mothma called a meeting of the Alliance Counsel. She was still swathed in Bacta bandages when she arrived. Two Medics were given special security clearance so that they could be present durring the meeting. At the head of the table were those that were in actual attendance, the others attending by way of the Holo Net were mostly on the other side of the large rounded table. Counselor Fey'lya say at Mon Mothma's right then Generals Madine and Rieekan with a patched up Drayson on her left. Next to Drason was a holo of Dodonna, then Commander Antillies, Page, Captain Neva, Tura Raftican, Admiral Ackbar and Lando Calrisian. The empty space between Lando's hologram and Rieekan materilized a moment later showing the former Imperial Admiral Ozzel. "I Think it's failry obvious why I called the counsel." Mon Mothma began. "In the last few months the Rebel Alliance has suffered it's worst setbacks in years." She looked at each sitting arround the table. "We need to discuss what exactally is happening, how it has happened and what we all intend to do about it. If we don't start becoming remarkably more effective in a short period then I fear our time may be at an end." She paused for a moment to take in the others expressions. All of them were worn weary and her words didn't supprise any of them. "First I think we should begin with the diplomatic situation. Counselor Fey'lya if you would please." Fey'lya stood, showing none of the ususal cunning or intensity that he brought with him to any political debate. But he roused himself out of it and began his speach. "Our political position such as it is could still be worse but not by much. We have a large following of supporting worlds that would very much like to contribute to us in any means. Our problem is that any that haven't been occupied by large numbers of Imperial troops have suffered general bombardment. Their infrastructure is in such a state that it could quite possibly never be rebuilt. Worlds such as Sullust, Sluis Van and Bothawui would be of use only as minor staging points with not enough energy resources to even support a mine or shield generator. Much of the Corellian Sector is in a similar situation. Our Diplomatic corps. is in the procell of re-establishing itself in neutral sections of the outer rim. Our support in the Core is cut off from us unless we can overthrow the forces stationed in those regions." "Thank you Counselor that will do. I think this leads us to the next item; the status of our fleet and fighting strength. Admiral Ackbar?" "I will defer to Commander Antillies... for the moment... I'm afraid that my injuries... prohibit my ability to speak for... extended periods." "Very well. Commander?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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