Coronet City

The docking facility's door slid open and Ga'ab stepped out in the orange light of Corellia's setting sun. He had put his ship down at a docking facility on the outskirts of Coronet city and had left his Z-95 Headhunter pilots to refuel and resupply in anticipation of a speedy departure. The beautiful sunset and the way the orange light cascaded across the walkways and buildings was completely lost on Ga'ab. His thoughts were dark and his heart was heavy. He could not shake the feeling of impotence. He knew that every moment that passed brought his dear friend closer to unavoidable disaster.

Ga'ab had entered the walkway and followed the flow of people heading away from the docking facility and towards a more ramshackle portion of the city. Seen through his optical implants, Ga'ab noted the number of pre-fabricated buildings as he moved forward. There also seemed to be a greater diversity of species not native fo the system. He counted Rodians, Ithorians, Kubaz and many others in shabbier clothing than he would have expected in Coronet. Ga'ab caught the silver glint of a protocol droid and he changed course, pushing through the crowd to reach it. The protocol droid was just finishing a conversation with a female mirilian with two young children in her arms.
Ga'ab tapped it on the shoulder and it turned around awkwardly.

"Greetings sentient. I am a Coronet City interactive information automaton. Do you require directions? Food recommendation based upon your physiology? Lodging?" Before the droid could list all of its functions, Ga'ab interrupted. "I'm in a hurry droid. I need a list of private companies whose specialize in search and rescue, and trauma evacuations."

The droid considered for a moment before giving Ga'ab a wholly uninspiring list of merc companies, non-profit doctors without planets, and spelunking companies among others.
"No no, I need someone immediately, someone located nearby." There was increasing tension in Ga'ab's voice. He was growing frustrated.

"You may be in luck sentient. According to the Coronet city computer, Captain Lynne Jameroo of the medical frigate Endless Salvation is providing medical care in the refugee sector along with members of her crew. Do you require directions to the Refugee sector?"
"No. I'll just follow the riff-raff." Replied Ga'ab quickly. He barely heard the droid's protest of his pejorative term as he made his way down the walk-way. The increased presence of CorSec officers and poor offworlders confirmed he was traveling in the right direction. By the time he was confidently inside the refugee sector the sun had set. He had made some inquiries where he could find this Captain Jameroo and had been directed to a large military-style medical tent. Ga'ab parted the tent flap and walked into what he assumed was an impromptu clinic. "Excuse me, I'm looking for a Captain Jameroo." He said in a pleasant enough voice.
Ga'ab was dressed nondesciptly in a heavy trench coat which covered his M'uhk'gfa armor. He was fairly tall and had short cropped white hair, though it was not terribly uncommon in Echani and Arkanians. The most memorable thing about Ga'ab's appearence was his optical implants that wrapped around his face like a band and covered everything from the nose upwards.

Ga'ab would have raised an eyebrow at the powerfully built red-haired woman who had immediately accosted him if his face hadn't been covered with his optical-band. Instead, he gave a polite smile and kept his hands away from the folds of his trench coat. By her stance and the way her eyes had bored into him gave him the distinct feeling that she was military or ex-military. That boded well. He didn't need some civvies in a Gallofree Yards Medium Transport. He needed something more akin to military search and rescue.

A softer voice came from behind the red-haired military type, followed by the appearance of a blond haired woman. By the way the red-haired woman, who was apparently named Daisy, relaxed at her touch made Ga'ab certain that the blond was in charge. In the moment before he replied, Ga'ab reached out with the force and gave them a cursory look through the force. They both shimmered with subtle blue-white light that Ga'ab had long ago identified as those aligned, more or less, to the will of Ashla. Neither were particularly force sensitive, though he had a distinct feeling that the force had acted through each of them.
Ga'ab turned his head from one woman to the other before giving a short bow. "My name is Baga Monslo." He said, using one of his fake identities. It had been foolish of him to have taken his personal shuttle to Corellia, and now he had to do what he could to obfuscate his presence there. It was unlikely that the Tenloss Syndicate had an operation under CorSec's nose, but there were any number of informants and information brokers that he was hoping to avoid. "I hope you can forgive the intrusion but my mission is rather urgent. I have been led to believe that you," He said nodding to the blond woman who he assumed was Captain Jameroo, "Command a hospital ship and have some experience in medical evacuations in combat zones?"

A servant of the lightside indeed, Ga'ab thought to himself as Captain Jameroo walked briskly to her desk. He hadn't expected so willing a participant, at least not until he offered a hefty bribe. "I'm a travel agent." This was true, from a certain point of view. "My clients were on a tour of the Expansion Region when we abruptly lost all contact with them. As they are my responsibility, I feel compelled to discover their fate. From my last contact with them I believe that they were near the world of Roxuli, though not within the planetary system. My inquiries to Roxuli's authorities have been unsuccessful in discerning their location. My clients were aboard a Nebulon B-Frigate, a not insignificant ship, and one which we assumed would be perfectly capable of conveying them safely through the region. I can only speculate what befell them, but we had strict time-table for communication and they have been silent far too long. In recompense for your services, I am able to offer you 50,000 Huttese Peggats as a downpayment, with the final price of the mission negotiable upon completion."
Ga'ab spoke in a matter-of-fact voice that belied his deep seeded personal stake in the mission. He wondered briefly if his cover as a 'travel agent' would be convincing enough and he also wondered if Huttese currency would give the Captain pause.

Did he hear her right? Only three fighters? "I do not know what befell them out in the Unknown Regions. My clients are not warriors, we had hoped that the Frigate's size and shielding would be enough. I've scrambled a squadron of twelve Z-95 Headhunters that will accompany us. As for what to expect medically, there were supposed to be around 600 bipedal aliens. As for their specific species, I will disclose that enroute to Roxuli. I hope I may join you on the bridge? After we reach Roxuli we have little else to guide us, I'll need to be with your navigators to locate them." He hoped that he was not being too evasive, but to reveal he was a Miraluka in such a public space was ill-advised. He didn't wear optical implants for the fashion, but to hide his identity.

Ga'ab appreciated the speed in which Captain Jameroo and members of her staff had begun retrieving medical equipment. Ga'ab for his part, raised his commlink and issued orders to his pilots. "Tusk leader, this is Boar. Sober up and prepare your ships for launch in one hour."
Acknowledged Boar. Replied a hoarse weequay voice.

Ga'ab gave a short, courteous bow. "My thanks Captain." He waited a moment before following her out of the tent and to the waiting shuttle. He wished he had time to collect himself, to calm his mind before their departure. Roxuli was a starting point but they'd have to rely on his connection to the force to lead them to Rygal, that's assuming his friend was still alive. The thought brought a bitter taste to his mouth. At the entry-way to the shuttle Ga'ab accepted the hand of one of Captain Jameroo's commandos who hauled him inside. Ga'ab gave a polite 'thank you' and found an unoccupied seat for the shuttle ride into orbit. As the shuttle ascended he hoped that the Tenloss Syndicate's web of informants were not operating under the nose of the renowned CorSec.

==Weeks After the Rescue Mission==

Lynne found herself giving more and more of her staff time off, as refugees were moved from the primary camp to more permanent shelters. This however did not lessen any of the work that Lynne had, in fact her work load had seemed to triple. Now she wasn't just the head doctor on staff at this camp, but was coordinating the building of brand new cities on Coalition worlds. Not only did this bring more stress, but it severally limited her ability to see Graemon in an unofficial capacity. She was still seeing him, but it was in the middle of meetings when they could only glance knowingly at each other before returning attention to what ever presentation was being given. If someone had told Lynne she'd be in this mess a couple months after limping out of hyperspace into Corellian space, Lynne would've thrown them in a bacta tank. But here she was. Helping people heal from not just their physical wounds, but all the other wounds the war had left on their lives. But their was a hunger still burning inside her. These cities would amount to nothing if the First Order turned their eye on the Coalition. She wanted to fight, or at least return to the seemingly simpler days of running her medical frigate around the battle fields, grabbing injured and pulling them aboard. Yet she had to remind herself, the time was not right. And the woman sighed and returned to her paper work.

When Graemon contacted her about their proposed night off together, Lynne immediately started getting ready. She grabbed her cleanest set of civilian cloths to change into, and packed an overnight bag. The Captain could hardly contain her excitement as the hovercar pulled up. Her second-in-command and best friend, Daisy, made sure to remind her to behave and not get too drunk, along with some other less 'appropriate' advice. Giggling like a school girl again, Lynne climbed into the hovercar with her bag and waited to arrive at the Baron's residence.

When she arrived, she was surprised to see that it wasn't some massive estate, but a more modest home. Stepping out with her bag and following the driver to meet Graemon. When she saw the Fondorian she dropped her bag and ran over to him, hugging him tight and kissing him deeply.

=Lynne=
Thank you, for the break. I feel like I'm drowning in paper work, but this is going to be a wonderful chance to relax and spend time with you.