A lone, weak signal eminates from the planet. A short data burst; two minutes later another. Then seventeen minutes later the same data is sent; it is clear the intervals are near random. From witnesses in orbit, there are pockets of fighting that are scattered through an urban center where the last transport lifted off from several days ago. The flickers of light seen from orbit tell of munitions detonated with a strange spectral pattern to them. The witnesses and geosync sats are just watching as the last remnants of the resistance are eradicated by war clones. Another flash, the pattern starts to emerge; the resistance knows what they are doing. They are funneling debris into barriers for the incomming war clones. The signal happens again; short burst, small amount of data. Processing the data burst reveals old FIO encryption keys and a repeating string between the encryption data sets,
---ACR--- ---EM--- ---EVAC---
Jaqel packs another bundle onto a support column. “You sure this one is right?” he yells over his shoulder to another who is doing something similar to another column.
“Yeah, these will drop the building. But we have to be sure to be clear of the dust field. The crete in this is mixed with some nasty stuff when airborne. You good, Commander?” The young lady stands and looks at Jaqel as he stands. His old style armor shifting oddly as it has seen its share of duty the past couple weeks.
“Yeah, head further in. I need to send this transmission again; hope they can make it down to us.” He fiddles with a small transmitter that has seen better days, not to mention several modifications to the chasis that resemble some contraption prop from a holovid. The lights on it change from green to blue to yellow and back after a few seconds. “Let’s move, can’t let the Kybs find us.” He looks up as she nods and they make their way out of the back of the building; several minutes later the charges go off. The building lists to the side and crumples into a several meter high pile of rubble that will slow the war clones down.
“I hope that signal makes it out. I would hate for you to die down here, Shekel,” Jaqel says as they look at a map of the city and pick the next point to bring down. The idle rifle fire in the distance tells them they only have a little while before the war clones get to where they are now.