"Yes, sir," Besk spoke up, "I realize this is more Slooga's end than ours," but they'd been guerrillas, so he had something to add, "do we have a profile on local security forces? They can be rough here in the Rim, as they know more tricks, but usually they can be paid off." Good guerrillas often had criminal mindsets, it was said, always looking at an angle...

He let that sink in, "also, do we have ground transport in case we need to get out and go to ground as a contingency? If compromised, the Intruder can boost off and make a pickup later once the heat is off, but we should have alternate extract sites prepared in case the heat is bad and we can't reach the first extract point. This is a guerrilla operation sir, we need code phrases for being overrun and captured, so we can tell you to essentially disregard all broadcasts."

Thanner; the reason Besk wanted to make sure that if he were caught, others got away. He didn't have to look at he other Uslamers; they knew the terror of having a friend captured and used against them, the strain of letting the bait die in ISB hands, horribly. They knew what it was like to have to kill friends that were comprised, what a bitter decision it could be to kill a friend to save your own skin to keep fighting. These were the ambiguities. The hard calculus of guerrilla war. Besk wanted to make sure that if all went wrong, his friends wouldn't get killed to rescue him if the odds were against. 

After all, they were dead men with bad odds the day they decided to fight the Empire and nothing changed there. That grim outlook was why alliance command rated the Liberators' morale, as a regiment, as "Excellent-- highly motivated to fight."