[right][color=00aeef][right]Week 6, Day 6, Dawn[/right][/color][/right]

Munitions were low, medical supplies were basically spent, rations... the Twi'lek man didn't even want to think about those. Despite their dire situation the Twi'lek people couldn't let their guard down. With the Jedi padawan busy tending to the duties her Master had done before, she and Sar were both very busy keeping the village running smoothly despite the hopelessness many of them felt. 

The days went on, duties must be fulfilled which included men for scouts as the younger boys and women helped with the rations and healing. His ears picked up a deep rumbling overhead, the sound of a ship lowering and flying low over the ground. Eyes looked up, past his goggles, past the dust that was being kicked up. Shrouded by the boulders in the landscape, he was able to watch an unfamiliar ship as it flew lower to the ground and landed, just past the treeline. 

Nothing could be taken lightly now. Friend or foe, Sar and the padawan needed to know, quickly. Alerting his scouting comrade of the ship nearby, the Twi'lek man turned back towards the tunnels, as fast as his legs would take him, to warn Sar and the Jedi padawan of unidentified ship that found its way to their position.