There had been countless warnings against visiting Gamorr, and Riley ignored them all. She had a habit of putting herself in dangerous territory, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. This time, she found herself at an encampment where human settlers had come under attack by Gamorrean clans. Women and children weren’t spared in the massacre, and the initial task she faced was to help collect the bodies.
Now she was in a tent tending to the wounded, covered in sweat from the blistering heat and humidity of the planet. Mosquitos swarmed all around, and the villagers were extremely poor. She had been able to bring rations for the visit, but it wouldn’t last them beyond a few days. The Gamorreans had killed the livestock and set the crops ablaze, and they had gotten away with it all.
Riley had worked a few times with Ender before, and he had assisted her with several issues regarding Frenzies. As a result, she couldn’t think of anyone better to ask for assistance in dealing with the prospect of a Gamorrean assault. Riley had been shifty and awkward, not one to find it easy to ask for help. After stammering over the comms for about ten minutes, she finally managed to choke out that she needed some help.
She had contacted him the day prior, knowing it would take him time to arrive on the scene. For now, she turned her focus back on the wounded, tending to a woman that had taken a nasty blaster bolt to the side of her face.
Night was approaching fast, and she worried about another attack coming.