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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jack Haggerty" data-source="post: 271648" data-attributes="member: 89">Up in the tree, Rorworr can see over the entire landing field.  It is a flat ledge cut out of the side of the hill.  A dozen or so of the pirates are going about their business, scattered amongst a veriety of parked vehicles...There is a repulsor van similar in design to the one you stole, sitting alongside an open-topped four-seater with some sort of repeating blaster mounted in the back.  Lined up on one side of the landing field are a quartet of old Cloakshape fighters.  Across from them is what looks like a pair of small assault shuttles.  But nearest to the Wookiee is a 75 meter long almond-shaped cruiser.  It looks like it used to be some sort of a system patrol craft, or customs cruiser.  Most of its weapons emplacements, however, have been replaced by communications masts, and extended sensor clusters.  It's name, Pathfinder III, is still visible through the carbon-scoring across the bow.  Outwardly, it doesn't seem to have taken much damage, except for some superficial scorch marks, and a small blackened crater near the engine pods.~~~Back at the van, the birdling ruffles its plumage in response to Arani's display, and cocks its head in the other direction.  Unexpectedly, her mind is filled with an unvoiced, cautious warning of danger.  "Squawk!  Caw!" the birdling suggests helpfully.Nearby, Sen is bombarded with the same emotional warning, but combined with a vivid image...  Fire breathing giants are coming down through the trees, riding atop what appears to be a hairless flying bantha.  One giant falls dead with thin needles bristling from his throat, before the others ride off on the winged bantha, and the image fades.</blockquote>

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