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<blockquote data-quote="Ankh-Morpork Guard" data-source="post: 2771509" data-attributes="member: 10079"><p><strong>Chapter 24: Encampment</strong></p><p></p><p>It wasn’t too terribly hard to find the small camp that Esah and Gant had found not a day earlier. Not only did they remember the way there, but it wasn’t as if it’d been years and years. It had been...hours. If that, even. It felt like so much longer...but it had only been hours. A few hours of pure chaos, sure, but that was still just a few hours. The fighting felt like it had been days, maybe even years after that small discovery of the camp.</p><p> </p><p>“Its empty,” Esah announced, stepping into the camp area that was stuck in between a rather thick section of the jungle. The others all looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. Even Gant, without any eyes, managed the look. </p><p> </p><p>It was hard not to notice the place was empty. By the Force, it looked like whoever had been here left in such a hurry that they probably left their trousers behind. The fact that there was at least one pair of black trousers scattered on the ground amongst the general amount of junk only went to support this idea.</p><p> </p><p>Cira followed Esah over a few of the smaller tree branches and had a careful look at the mess surrounding them, “There’s a few weapons scattered around...someone was definitely in a hurry.”</p><p> </p><p>“I expect these crates contain food,” Gant said, walking around to one of the few tents still standing and carefully inspecting the crates that stood next to it with his hands. It was an...interesting thing to watch, to say the least. His hands seemed to just be supplementing the vision through the Force, adding those little extra information that his sensor-like vision might miss.</p><p> </p><p>Slowly, the Mon Calamari woman made her way over to look at the crates, picking a few of the up to look at the ones beneath, “Medical supplies...spare parts...” she made a watery noise that was most likely a sigh and looked up at the canopy of the jungle above them, “I can understand cutting and running but I could have sworn they had enough ships to take all this.”</p><p> </p><p>“Did they have enough time, though?” Gant asked, slowly finding his way over to another of the tents that was splattered on the ground and looking through the junk that it was covering up.</p><p> </p><p>“They should have,” Cira’s voice was muffled from behind both a large tree and another of the tents, which she was currently inside and digging through. After a rustling noise, her black-haired head appeared out from under the tent, “All of a sudden retreating that quickly just seems...well, stupid.”</p><p> </p><p>They all agreed with that, especially after finding out that the New Republic fleet that had arrived was not really a fleet at all. Two small cruisers and a few support ships with just two squadrons of starfighters was not, by any definition, a fleet. To call it one was insulting to fleets, especially like the Shadow Academy’s that was reported to have been above Yavin IV. Not only did they have a mobile space station that served as a training facility and the main base of the so-called Second Imperium, but they had at least ten squadrons of fighters and at least a dozen cruisers...not counting support ships. It didn’t make any sense.</p><p> </p><p>“Maybe they planned to leave after a certain amount of time?” Cowan finally spoke up from his slow searching of another section.</p><p> </p><p>Cira looked over in his direction and shrugged, “Maybe...still, they had the advantage in pretty much every aspect of the fight.”</p><p> </p><p>There was an interesting noise from Esah’s direction that was not really describable beyond the fact that it was a noise and only Mon Calamari could ever dream to produce such a noise. It caused all eyes(well, all faces) to turn and look in her direction. She managed a weak smile on her blue face before laughing quietly, “Um...excuse me...” she paused a moment, rustled through some junk on the ground to get attention off of her, then produced a small datapad and held it up, “I think I’ve found something.”</p><p> </p><p>No one actually left their places of searching, simply waiting for Esah to announce her findings beyond simply waving the datapad in the air. She seemed to pick up on this fairly quickly, finally pulling the small thing down and actually looking at it to see what it contained. Her fin-shaped hands had a bit of trouble with the smaller buttons, but after so many years she’d learned how to deal with those kind of problems.</p><p> </p><p>“...it’s a log,” Esah finally said, very slowly and obviously distracted by reading the information that was now up in front of her. That got the others to stop what they were doing and sit up straight to look towards where the Mon Calamari was. Noticing she had their attention, Esah added some actual detail, “They were only here a week...doesn’t say how they arrived...something about another camp!”</p><p> </p><p>She had a shocked look on her face and large eyes darted between each of her companions. Cira just shrugged and said flatly, “We know. We found it.”</p><p> </p><p>If Gant had eyes, they’d have shifted very slowly towards both Cira and Cowan...which would have been an amazing feat, as the two of them were on opposite sides of the small encampment. Instead, though, the Miraluka shifted his vision in the Force, putting more focus into it to divide the focus between the two of them.</p><p> </p><p>Cowan was the one who cracked first, “Would have told you...didn’t have time.”</p><p> </p><p>Gant’s critical ‘look’ faded. Sometimes, he seemed to enjoy abusing his Force-vision and torturing the rest of them. He turned to face Esah again, though, and asked, “Anything else?”</p><p> </p><p>“Nothing of interest, really...” Esah mumbled. She made an interesting sigh again and wave the datapad idly, “Whoever recorded this needs to be taught how to keep a log.”</p><p> </p><p>“I’m sure they’d be happy to let you give them a lesson,” Cira said while she made her way over to Esah. The Mon Calamari got the hint and tossed the datapad over to her. Catching it, Cira looked it over casually, “Wow...even I can do better than this. They’re no record at all of any kind of supplies coming in...but they had to have done something. There’s a count of people and its changing far too much over each of the days...they were bringing people in.”</p><p></p><p>“But their’s no mention of how?” Cowan asked, biting his lip and suddenly forgetting all about any of his previous worries. Like the others, he was starting to get worried about that. It just didn’t feel...right.</p><p> </p><p>Cira shook her head after another look over the datapad’s information, “Nothing...you don’t think...”</p><p> </p><p>“...why not?” Gant finished slowly.</p><p> </p><p>Esah was slowly starting to get to her feet, “But its all...all...” she waved her hands across the camp, “Its all a mess!”</p><p> </p><p>At this point, Cira was starting to back to the rest of the jungle, “Exactly. No one keeps a log and leaves out such important information unless they want it to be found...and if they want it to be found there must be a reason...”</p><p> </p><p>A trap. It had to be. It was too...too damned perfect. Slowly, they were all starting to make their way out of the camp. Esah managed two steps before she felt something different under her boot. It was...metal like some of the struts that were scattered around and had probably supported the tents that were now down across the ground...yet it gave way. Slowly, but surely, she felt her foot falling.</p><p> </p><p>Esah’s eyes managed to go even wider when she realized why, but she wasn’t able to speak her words before there was a huge, deafening explosion.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ankh-Morpork Guard, post: 2771509, member: 10079"] [b]Chapter 24: Encampment[/b] It wasn’t too terribly hard to find the small camp that Esah and Gant had found not a day earlier. Not only did they remember the way there, but it wasn’t as if it’d been years and years. It had been...hours. If that, even. It felt like so much longer...but it had only been hours. A few hours of pure chaos, sure, but that was still just a few hours. The fighting felt like it had been days, maybe even years after that small discovery of the camp. “Its empty,” Esah announced, stepping into the camp area that was stuck in between a rather thick section of the jungle. The others all looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. Even Gant, without any eyes, managed the look. It was hard not to notice the place was empty. By the Force, it looked like whoever had been here left in such a hurry that they probably left their trousers behind. The fact that there was at least one pair of black trousers scattered on the ground amongst the general amount of junk only went to support this idea. Cira followed Esah over a few of the smaller tree branches and had a careful look at the mess surrounding them, “There’s a few weapons scattered around...someone was definitely in a hurry.” “I expect these crates contain food,” Gant said, walking around to one of the few tents still standing and carefully inspecting the crates that stood next to it with his hands. It was an...interesting thing to watch, to say the least. His hands seemed to just be supplementing the vision through the Force, adding those little extra information that his sensor-like vision might miss. Slowly, the Mon Calamari woman made her way over to look at the crates, picking a few of the up to look at the ones beneath, “Medical supplies...spare parts...” she made a watery noise that was most likely a sigh and looked up at the canopy of the jungle above them, “I can understand cutting and running but I could have sworn they had enough ships to take all this.” “Did they have enough time, though?” Gant asked, slowly finding his way over to another of the tents that was splattered on the ground and looking through the junk that it was covering up. “They should have,” Cira’s voice was muffled from behind both a large tree and another of the tents, which she was currently inside and digging through. After a rustling noise, her black-haired head appeared out from under the tent, “All of a sudden retreating that quickly just seems...well, stupid.” They all agreed with that, especially after finding out that the New Republic fleet that had arrived was not really a fleet at all. Two small cruisers and a few support ships with just two squadrons of starfighters was not, by any definition, a fleet. To call it one was insulting to fleets, especially like the Shadow Academy’s that was reported to have been above Yavin IV. Not only did they have a mobile space station that served as a training facility and the main base of the so-called Second Imperium, but they had at least ten squadrons of fighters and at least a dozen cruisers...not counting support ships. It didn’t make any sense. “Maybe they planned to leave after a certain amount of time?” Cowan finally spoke up from his slow searching of another section. Cira looked over in his direction and shrugged, “Maybe...still, they had the advantage in pretty much every aspect of the fight.” There was an interesting noise from Esah’s direction that was not really describable beyond the fact that it was a noise and only Mon Calamari could ever dream to produce such a noise. It caused all eyes(well, all faces) to turn and look in her direction. She managed a weak smile on her blue face before laughing quietly, “Um...excuse me...” she paused a moment, rustled through some junk on the ground to get attention off of her, then produced a small datapad and held it up, “I think I’ve found something.” No one actually left their places of searching, simply waiting for Esah to announce her findings beyond simply waving the datapad in the air. She seemed to pick up on this fairly quickly, finally pulling the small thing down and actually looking at it to see what it contained. Her fin-shaped hands had a bit of trouble with the smaller buttons, but after so many years she’d learned how to deal with those kind of problems. “...it’s a log,” Esah finally said, very slowly and obviously distracted by reading the information that was now up in front of her. That got the others to stop what they were doing and sit up straight to look towards where the Mon Calamari was. Noticing she had their attention, Esah added some actual detail, “They were only here a week...doesn’t say how they arrived...something about another camp!” She had a shocked look on her face and large eyes darted between each of her companions. Cira just shrugged and said flatly, “We know. We found it.” If Gant had eyes, they’d have shifted very slowly towards both Cira and Cowan...which would have been an amazing feat, as the two of them were on opposite sides of the small encampment. Instead, though, the Miraluka shifted his vision in the Force, putting more focus into it to divide the focus between the two of them. Cowan was the one who cracked first, “Would have told you...didn’t have time.” Gant’s critical ‘look’ faded. Sometimes, he seemed to enjoy abusing his Force-vision and torturing the rest of them. He turned to face Esah again, though, and asked, “Anything else?” “Nothing of interest, really...” Esah mumbled. She made an interesting sigh again and wave the datapad idly, “Whoever recorded this needs to be taught how to keep a log.” “I’m sure they’d be happy to let you give them a lesson,” Cira said while she made her way over to Esah. The Mon Calamari got the hint and tossed the datapad over to her. Catching it, Cira looked it over casually, “Wow...even I can do better than this. They’re no record at all of any kind of supplies coming in...but they had to have done something. There’s a count of people and its changing far too much over each of the days...they were bringing people in.” “But their’s no mention of how?” Cowan asked, biting his lip and suddenly forgetting all about any of his previous worries. Like the others, he was starting to get worried about that. It just didn’t feel...right. Cira shook her head after another look over the datapad’s information, “Nothing...you don’t think...” “...why not?” Gant finished slowly. Esah was slowly starting to get to her feet, “But its all...all...” she waved her hands across the camp, “Its all a mess!” At this point, Cira was starting to back to the rest of the jungle, “Exactly. No one keeps a log and leaves out such important information unless they want it to be found...and if they want it to be found there must be a reason...” A trap. It had to be. It was too...too damned perfect. Slowly, they were all starting to make their way out of the camp. Esah managed two steps before she felt something different under her boot. It was...metal like some of the struts that were scattered around and had probably supported the tents that were now down across the ground...yet it gave way. Slowly, but surely, she felt her foot falling. Esah’s eyes managed to go even wider when she realized why, but she wasn’t able to speak her words before there was a huge, deafening explosion. [/QUOTE]
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