Stormtrooper transmissions, intercepted by Rex
5:49 PM/sunset at 6:45
"<<I've got a fix on their position, sir...four...no, three warm bodies...I...th--" The sensor operator in the AT-FRC squinted at his screen as one of the images abruptly dropped off the map. He swore as static barraged the stormtrooper's comms. After a moment, however, the operator adapted the signal to compensate.
<<"Someone's jamming our comms. It's not a ship, sir. It- it looks like it's a Hail Com Jammer. Th--- be used by ground personnel.>>"
The sergeant's voice crackled over the comms, breathing hard as he climbed through the rough rainforest terrain.
<<"RSO, patch your sensor data through.
And see if you can triangulate where the comms suffer the most interference and pin down these Resistance sympathizers. Heavy? ST? Report. What's the status of our target?">>
A bass voice came over the comms, which for now kept adjusting to avoid being jammed.
<<"She's not going anywhere, sir. ST will stun you with extreme prejudice if you try anything, Resistance scum! They don't call him Special Touch for nothing. I am hot for incoming hostiles. No one's getting passed us, sir. Happy hunting.">>
Kabal/Rainforest outside Spirepoint/Ruined Temple
5:49 PM/sunset at 6:45
Garrett's handheld comm hissed and a burst of garbled sounds emitted from it, echoing underground. While Rex's comm jammer was to blame, it was easy to assume the thick stone and dried coral walls were responsible. Once he moved away from the muddy room he'd entered from, the passageway was surprisingly dry, at least by Kabalian standards. The flagstones were upheaved at certain points, making for tough going, though as a scrapper Garrett was used to surmounting such obstacles. His footsteps scraped along the passageway, no sign of any other sounds down here.
Mid-way to the pinpoint of daylight at the end of the passage he found a well-preserved engraved mural of a cetacean spanning some 12 feet along the left wall, which seemed to be exhaling islands or perhaps stars from its mouth. A long chain of pictograms at the right side of the mural told about a traveler leaving his home, falling into the sea of stars, and returning with a starfish which he used to save his brother. The closer Garrett looked at the starfish pictogram, however, the more mechanical it seemed in design, as if some ancient Kabalian was trying to explain something from off-world prior to contact with the Republic in terms of what they knew.