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A cool crisp wind blew across the waters of Tregallon. The sound of the waves crashing against the rock formations echoed along the shores unimpeded by any other noise. A peaceful tranquility that was tragically wasted on its one witness currently atop the cliffs. Standing at ease with his arms resting on the large DLT-19 that hung from his shoulder, Denon had no interest in admiring the scenery before him; only analyzing it. Scanning the horizon for any sign of their contact.

Tyrell Omi-Ren. An alliance agent that was supposed to be arriving via X-wing with some sort of data. The specifics were need to know, but it didn't take much deduction to conclude it was of high importance. Afterall, the local rebels wouldn't have requested a medic and additional security if there wasn't a chance of needing both. Not something they'd have to worry about if this was any ordinary drop off. And seeing as he was now late, it was looking more likely that they would be called in.

Still seeing nothing but the clouds in the sky, Denon's hand lifted from the rifle and with two fingers pressed against his helmet to activate the built in comlink currently connected to his partner's own.

[color=#4c6b94]“Still no sign of him. Anything on radio?”[/color] He asked.

[color=#e892b3]“Not that I’m getting,”[/color] Korsu answered from inside the outpost; a safe spot. She glanced sidelong through the slightly open shutter, only just making out Denon standing far beyond it. Her eyes narrowed; she wondered if this was a waste of time. It usually wasn’t. This kind of delay, as Denon had already thought to himself, meant danger. Or an escalating situation. Her topaz eyes skimmed to her bag at her side. She was at least prepared. [color=#e892b3]“Something is not right. We should be prepared.”[/color] Delays were rarely a good thing.

[color=#4c6b94]“Always am.”[/color] Denon smirked and gently patted his blaster. [color=#4c6b94]“So. What are we thinking? This guy botched the job? Maybe he got greedy and decided to sell to the highest bidder? Personally, I’m thinking tech issues. Probably an X-Wing malfunction.”[/color]

[color=#e892b3]“I think you’re thinking in the wrong direction,”[/color] Korsu sighed. [color=#e892b3]“If I had to place a bet I’m putting it on trouble incoming.”[/color] 

[color=#4c6b94]“No fair. There’s always trouble incoming. If we’re placing bets on this you gotta be more specific.”[/color] Denon paused. Letting a brief silence hang over the channel as he glanced over the horizon once more before radioing back. [color=#4c6b94]“20 creds on hyperdrive malfunction. Locking it in.”[/color]

[color=#e892b3]“And I’m putting 30 on rogue fire,”[/color] Korsu said with frown. If there was rogue fire, it would certainly mean injury and she’d been here enough times to know it was the most likely. The radio crackled at her hip with bleeding static as the pair continued their repartee; the stakes growing estranged in their familiar exchange. Korsu almost laughed. [i]Almost[/i]. 

A strained voice cut in and out; a sense of panic riding every syllable that was clipped through. Korsu’s expression faded as she straightened and tightened her fingers around the receiver. More voices overlapped beneath the static; the shouting of coordinates, curse words in a thread of distress. [color=#e892b3]“Yeah,”[/color] Korsu breathed out, already moving. [color=#e892b3]“You owe me credits.”[/color]

[color=#4c6b94]“On come on. You don’t know for sure…Oh no.”[/color] Denon’s retort was cut short. In the distance he could see them. At this range they looked to be small specks flying through the air. It was difficult to tell what they were, but the flashes of green and red emitting from their blasters gave them away. Multiple ties engaged with a single X-wing. No doubt that was their contact. Denon’s mind raced with tactics on how they would help in a dog fight from the ground, but it was already too late. A flash of green followed by smoke bellowing from the X-wing as it tumbled down towards the water below. 

Denon didn’t stay another moment. He began racing down the hill back to the outpost. [color=#4c6b94]“X-wing is down! We gotta move!”[/color] 

The radio crackled again. “ᴏʀᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴅʀᴀᴡᴀʟ.” Another set of clipped tones and beeps. “-ᴛᴏᴏ ʜᴏᴛ. – ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ.”

Korsu glanced at the radio again, knowing that Denon would have heard it. His silence in the moment made space for her thoughts to process. His mind was made up. So was hers. [color=#e892b3]“Sounds like they’re going to need us.”[/color]

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