CITY HOSTEL, ORD TRASI
1510hrs local time
They had been here nine hours and the only thing good about the hostel was the rooftop.
Max kicked open the fire exit door onto the roof, desperately in need of some more fresh air. The coded message from the Oracle had told them to put down on Ord Trasi and wait, but he was beginning to wonder if it was nothing but a ruse. He, Six and their little insurgent band had hightailed it over from Endor, found themselves lodgings and waited eagerly for details of their meeting. But thus far, nothing had come through.
The planet's sky was thick with fumes and starship traffic from the shipyards above, but the open air was still better than the confines of the small rooms they had booked under fake names. Max strode towards the parapet, looking up at a massive cruiser in low orbit, but drawn by a wholly different sight. A silhouette he knew all too well, leaning near the edge beneath a small cloud of smoke.
"Go on then" he said as he drew close, slipping a cigarra from his jacket pocket. "There's frack all else to do". He put the smoke to his lips and turned towards her, knowing without asking that she had a light. He had received the most incredible communique from HQ, bestowing rank and privileges he could never have imagined. All useless undercover out here in the sticks.
This waiting game was really testing him, but he tried not to let it show. Besides, they had half a dozen insurgents downstairs to keep sweet.
"You ever done anything this big before?".
@Sreeya