Rorworr kicks the aircar into gear and it leaps from the ground to hover just above the forest canopy. From this vantage point, he and Set can see the valley stretching out before them, with the brown line of the river winding its way between the trees. Several kilometers away halfway up the sloping hillsides to the left, he can see a rocky outcropping that ends in a shelf-like cliff.
It's hard to make out from this distance, but there seems to be some sort of encampment squatting on that shelf. As he watches, a pair of metallically gleaming specks rise from the cliffside.
The passengers in the back of the van hear an odd rattling from the crate of equipment they saved from the pirates. The silvery ovoid of Rorworr's M-TD droid floats out of the box, as its external indicator light blink through its initialization sequence. "My Goodness!" the droid exclaims, with a vain attempt to focus its optical sensor on anything at all, "Where am I? Who is there? What is going on?"