~In The Dead of Night~
They came in the night. When the stars were distorted from the snow falling in heavy flakes.
Piper was sitting alone in the freezing bridge, staring through the cracked panes of glass when she saw them. Heavy figures whose gender was indiscriminate because of the heavy furs they wore.
She met them outside, the heavy blanket wrapped around her doing little to keep out the cold. "We thought you didn't know where to find us," she said, her breath misting in the cold.
The leader, a person who was only notable because of their height over the others stepped forward. Piper thought it must have been a man, but the voice was distinctly female.
"We saw the flare, we're sorry it took so long, Storm Hawk."
The dark oppression of doom that had been settling over Piper's heart finally lifted just a little.
"We need your help, our friend is hurt."
The lead figure nodded and the others behind her filed into the Condor.
"Any enemy of the Council is a friend of the Resistance. We'll do what we can."