[hr][table][row][/row][row][cell][sup]__________________________________[/sup][color=white][img]https://i.ibb.co/NdWBkhDs/6c9a662a40f49d8973ecd01c086dc29c-2.jpg[/img][sup][h3][b][color=black] CIARAN JUBERT[/color]
[color=F9F3C1]CIARAN JUBERT[/color][/b][/h3]__________________________________[/sup]
		   [sup][b][color=a9a9a9]◂◂  II ▸▸[/color][/b][/sup][/color][/cell][cell]
[color=DARKGRAY]Ciaran sped through the jungle in his speeder, navigating around ancient trees and mossy rocks with ease. There wasn't time to admire the scenery or appreciate the breeze. Hell, he couldn't even take a moment to process the fact that he had been crying for a solid minute. Today started out bad, to say the least. Months of planning and prepping for an on-the-ground revolution unraveled in a matter of seconds by their oppressors. They managed to successfully pull off the perfect ambush on the insurgency and, in large part, on the Rebel Alliance. Now, the only feasible option left on the table was to adapt. Ciaran knew that meant retreating deep into the sacred rainforest to figure out what the hell happened out there and account for the losses.

There wasn't just one singular rendezvous but a couple scattered throughout. Each one was near the jungle because it could be assembled and dismantled relatively quickly. All except for one. Located on the coast, it was intended more to alert the other sites of incoming Imperial patrols than to serve as another rendezvous point for the agent. So it lacked the manpower and supplies to properly protect them. That would have been fine under normal circumstances. But the circumstance now wasn't normal in the slightest. 

Ciaran figured the crash site had to be near the rendezvous, even though the starfighter itself likely sank to the bottom of the ocean. His hunch proved correct when he heard blaster fire in the distance. 

The scene that unfolded could only be described as a nightmare. AT-STs stood there in the water unopposed, firing on anyone who dared to make a move. The stormtroopers made certain the insurgents remained in cover, their blaster rifles suppressing them as they began to encircle the position. Ciaran was watching through the rifle scope, his speeder stashed nearby for a quick escape. It was devastating. His comrades weren't fighting to live but to be defiant bastards till the bitter end. Their little sacrifice. But Ciaran had to close his heart to their suffering and focus on finding the rebel pilot, if they were still alive. And then, he saw him: a lasat drenched and frightened, using a crate as cover from the blaster fire. That had to be the agent, Ciaran was sure of it. 

Now, he had to figure out a way to get the lasat out of there alive. Ciaran knew he lacked the firepower to take out walkers or the manpower to fight off an entire squad. But he was looking at a group of people who could pull something off. First, he needed to get in touch with one of them. Ciaran pulled out his comlink and spoke into it, hoping the signal wasn't jammed or intercepted by an ISB agent.

[color=F9F3C1]"Site 7, this is Bishop making contact close by, do you read me?"[/color][/color][/cell][/row][/table][hr]