Everyone reassembled in the front cabin of the Fortune's Keep. Leeb Nesh was running the preflight checks; he was pleased by the hum of the retuned engines.
"All systems are operating at one hundred percent," he reported to the crew "Suen if you'll give me the coordinates, we'll be on our way."
"5974-2707386" The Gotal recited.
"Okay" the Captain said as he worked over the ship's computer "That will take us to Dantooine"
"Correct."
Oberlin put his recruits through anther set of drills. The men took their positions and preformed the mock mission flawlessly, capturing the flags in record time. They are improving, he thought, but the shipment of weapons hasn't arrived yet. If it doesn't get here soon that will mean anther setback to our schedule. A schedule that is getting tighter and tighter.
Clouds of dust rose up and blew across the field as the Fortune's Keep made its landing. Hallisk was first out of the hatch, happy to be on the ground again, next came Leeb Nesh and DX. The Gotal, who had gone back into the cargo hold to fetch a few of the rifles to present to their host, stepped off the ship last.
He surveyed the Rebel Camp. It was composed of neat rows of prefabricated buildings, barracks, mess halls, infirmary and other facilities with swoop bike and foot traffic between them. Human and alien soldiers were practicing maneuvers in the training grounds to the east and west. To the north a flight control tower stood tall, approximately thirty star fighters were being serviced around it. Golan Arms DF.9 Laser Cannons were placed strategically around the camp.
A small group of rebels walked out to the field to greet the ship. A tall man in his late forties took the Blastech E-11 the Gotal offered him nodded approval and handed it on to anther man. Then he took the DC-15 and frowned.
"This is what Black Sun sends us? Antiques."
"Imperial control makes getting our hands on anything more impossible." Suen told him.
The man nodded again "They'll do."
"I also bring my expertise in training militia for covert missions" Suen offered looking off toward the training grounds.
"Appreciated" The man said, then pointing to the others he asked "And who are they?"
"Officers of Black Sun" The Gotal lied "Captain Leeb Nesh and Specialist Hallisk."
"Not sure than a Trandoshan is going to like it here" the man joked.
They followed the Human into the camp. Heads turned as the new comers walked on. A couple Wookies flashed their fangs at seeing Hallisk, he was glad to have his blaster pistol.
A young rebel ran up to them and reported "Oberlin, we've just received a message from Kashyyyk, sir."
Oberlin. The Gotal had heard that name before. He remembers an ex Imperial storm trooper with a ten thousand-credit bounty on his head. This complicates things, he surmised, I'm here to help these miserable creatures, but there are no promises on the Outer Rim.