[SID]

The group starts moving towards Nav’s Rest

The wind strokes your face, and your lungs fill with the smoke of burnt flesh and the vapors of smoldering buildings and starships alike. Flashing lights signal a nightmare still going on, a fight against the machines. The gate is partially open, the entrance consists of a vertical, mechanical barrier; black smoke coming from it hints it’s broken; it’s stuck half-way, at chest level of an average height human. Some people are trying to jump over it, some cannot and seemingly fall on their backs. There’s a dock for starships at Nav’s Rest, and now that you’re closer, you can see it standing tall, towering about the smoke, protected by a turret. There’s some fighting over there as well.

Now that you are very close, Vanta picks the following message:

430N
S.O.S.
15,000 lives at 430N
2~ hostile droids per every 3 people.
2/3~ lives evacuated.
1/3~ unknown.
S.O.S.

430N is nav’s rest designation number. Based on your experience, the area is under a partial lockdown… The whirring of unstable machinery fills the atmosphere, deep withing Nav’s rest await answers to questions yet unasked.