[LTC K18 Isde Naha - RM] Red Moons Ace, Part 3: "The Enclave"

A LONG TIME AGO, IN A LEGO STAR WARS RPG NOT TOO FAR AWAY, THE RED MOONS ACE DEFECTED FROM JEDHA'S IMPERIAL GARRISON TO FLY FOR THE PARTISANS.

SINCE THEN, THE ACE--VASHER DRAYN--HAS WORKED DILIGENTLY ALONGSIDE PARTISAN LEADERS TO ACQUIRE NEW SPACECRAFT FOR REBEL CELL AND SPREAD THE PARTISANS MESSAGE OF FREEDOM ACROSS THE SECTORS SURROUNDING JEDHA.

NOW, JEDHA HAS FALLEN AGAIN, AND VASHER SETS OUT ON A NEW MISSION TO FIND A NEW SAFE HAVEN FOR THE RED MOONS...

For the second time, Vasher thought, I've had to say goodbye to Jedha. First, when Krennic glassed Jedha City. Again when the Ashlon Imperial remnant overran our outpost on NaJedha.

"No more," he vowed, his booted feet crunching bits of broken duracrete, dry leaves, detris as he approached his destination. After months on the run from various Imperial agents (and pursuing them, too), Vasher was tired. Many of the Red Moons were. The mission of freedom would never stop, not so long as the Imperials drew breath, but they needed rest.

A place to regroup.

A place to rebuild.

A place to rise again, stronger than before.

Vasher hoped that place could be Isde Naha. Covert comms between other Red Moons agents and the planet's Clan of the Toribota revealed that some of the natives still regarded lost Jedha as the "First Light," and revered it with religious significance. Hoping to establish a new base of operations for the Red Moons, Vasher had volunteered to travel to the Toribota enclave located near the planet's equatorial region.

As the Force would have it, Vasher set down during the height of the planet's summer season. Here, where the sun beat down on the surface with little reprieve, plants turned shades of yellow, brown and orange without proper shade and watering. Sweating beneath the poncho he habitually wore to cover his now well-worn and "personalized" TIE pilot's flight suit, Vasher envied the dark robed clansman and his potted flower, safe from the summer sun beneath an inviting clay tile awning.

In the shadows of beneath the awning, the clansman's bright yellow eyes narrowed. "What business does a TIE pilot have at our holy enclave?"

Vasher gestured emphatically. "I'm no TIE pilot anymore. I'm here to avenge Jedha. Again."

"Ah," the clansman said. "My mistake. A friend of Jedha is a friend of the Clan of the Toribota. I am Omisha Joyo. Come into the shade, and let us talk. And if you are truly a friend as you say, we will need to get you something else to wear than that Imperial flightsuit..."