As ugly as Gamorria looked in the distance, Anari was thankful to reach it once she emerged from hyperspace. She was the last ship to leave it, flanking a GR-75 transport packed with what medical supplies and ammunition the New Republic could spare to help reinforce the new foothold on the surface. Joining a small support fleet for the vessel, including a squadron of X-wings and a Nebulon-B frigate, she opted to make herself useful from the start by linking up with the small group over Chandrila, straight from Yavin IV’s Jedi Temple. As safe as the fleet was promised to be from attacks, she believed that a lax attitude would ensure a harsh defeat, just as the New Republic was getting started on this latest project.

The request for the Jedi to aid this project surprised her, specifically due to how unwelcoming this region of space was. As a part of the Outer Rim Territories, Gamorria was far from the Core Worlds, and the grip of the New Republic. Why the Senate wished for a move to be made this deep into hostile space, she couldn’t understand. 

[b]“This is the [i]Resolution[/i]. You now have clearance to proceed to the surface,”[/b] announced the Captain aboard the Nebulon-B to all pilots in formation, as well as the transport. [b]“Master Sato, appreciate the escort. Good luck down there.”[/b] 

[color=fff79a][b]“We may need more than luck, Captain, but thank you. Be safe.”[/b][/color] The formation that protected the transport grew in speed and she adjusted appropriately, descending towards the planet close behind the group. 

The ugliness of Gamorria was made clearer once they broke through the clouds, allowing her to see this paradise for criminals up close. It reminded her of Coruscant; busy with rows upon rows of speeders tearing across the skies, joined by plumes of smoke scattered in the distance from factories and power plants. If Coruscant were the symbol of democracy in the galaxy, it was befitting that Gamorria be considered the exact opposite.

[b]“Looks like we’re in the clear. Make your final approach.”[/b] The Wing Leader began increasing speed over the base, as did the two that closely flanked him.

Anari eyed the base from the rear of the transport, spying large turbo lasers scanning the skies. The towers drifted in their direction briefly before returning to their rotations, acknowledging the clearance given between the base’s personnel and the Redemption in orbit. As she reduced throttle and extended her landing gear, she gave one last glance at the squadron of X-Wing pilots as they peeled off from both the transport and herself, taking to a higher altitude to return to the Redemption once again.

[b]“Give ‘em hell, Jedi!”[/b] The Wing Leader’s final words rang in the comm channel as both himself and his wingman vanished into the clouds once again.

Anari spotted the ground personnel waving her down and eased her ship into the designated landing platform. The transport landed not far beside her, where a ground crew moved forward with lifts and droids to remove the cargo within. She eyed the personnel briefly before raising the door of her cockpit and carefully descending the retractable ladder of her ship. With both feet on solid ground, she felt like she could breathe again, but only for a time. There was too much to be done.

[color=fff79a][b]“Stay with the ship,”[/b][/color] she ordered her idle astromech who buzzed in agreement, shifting his head this way and that. 

The hustling of soldiers, engineers, and droids showed that the productivity of the men and women stationed here was not to be questioned. It almost brought a smile to her face seeing cooperation on such a scale. Solitude and studying on Yavin IV denied her the pleasure of a functioning group working towards the same purpose. However, she did not let it distract her from the questions she did not receive satisfactory answers for, and they were ones that only the commander might be able to assist her with.

Looking around her surroundings, she caught glimpse of a small gathering of people. Some appeared to be hired help, mercenaries—a desperate move on the New Republic’s part to hire any, if at all—as well as the trappings of Jedi on a young woman in the prime of youth close beside a most familiar Jedi Master.

Urged more by the need to understand the bases defenses, she left her curiosities aside and moved to explore the base on her own before she tracked down the Commander in charge.