Rey's warehouse- Friday late morning

Rey had been restless all morning. She'd woken up too early from strange dreams and hadn't been able to get back to sleep, so she'd given up and headed to the warehouse early. She still felt off and couldn't place why, and she needed to get some of this feeling out. And after a while of running through Form IV and not feeling any better, she stopped and decided to try something. She closed her eyes and began to run through the form again, focusing on what was bothering her rather than trying to make it go away.

It wasn't a surprise when the vision came.

Anoat, covered in garbage, but peaceful. At least this part of it. The domed tent camp that Rey had been to half a dozen times now, suddenly bombarded with fiery red blasts from the sky, tearing the domes apart. Anyone who'd survived that far would be exposed to the poisonous air. Blast fire rained down over the surrounding area for no reason at all except destruction. The pit beast who resided not from from the encampment rose angrily out of the sea of trash, its roaring cut short as the shots hit it too. There wasn't much left to destroy, but the barrage just kept coming…

Rey broke from the vision, breathing heavily and feeling both better and worse all at once. She shut the lightsaber down and even without thinking about it immediately called Leia. And because it was Leia, she kept her cool, praising Rey for getting a better handle on this than she'd had on Ryloth. They had somewhere else to go, they just had to get packed up and moved in time, which gave Rey an idea.

She was going back, of course. There was no question about that. So she took a minute to look into portals, and then pulled up her contacts and sent a group text:

Headed home for an emergency, need to move bases. If you can spare a few days to help, meet me at the causeway in two hours.


[Text went to those who know who they are, and open for any responses !]

Anoat- Friday sometime after classes

It was a lovely day on this… uh, planet covered in actual trash. Honestly, it wasn't so bad. Sure, you needed a rebreather to go outside due to the toxic air, which was good because it also kept you from smelling all the literal garbage covering the ground's surface. Somewhere under all that trash was also a monstrous pit beast that could eat you whole, but it probably wouldn't make an appearance today. (Probably.)

But for the most part, they had more pressing things to worry about. There was a series of giant interconnected domed tents which served as the Resistance base. There was war room, filled with massive screens and equipment most of you probably didn't know how to work, where the power had largely been cut to most of it to dismantle them for travel. There was storage for things like supplies, food and weaponry. A few people had living quarters here, and there was a decent kitchen for that sort of setup.

And all of that had to be packed up and moved onto either the Falcon of the other transport ship. ASAP. By the few Resistance members working here, and the lovely volunteers from Fandom.

Welcome to the glamorous Resistance!


[For those on the trip!]