The transport's engine glow vanishes into the red cloud cover, carrying the freed workers beyond Imperial ground control. Beside the damaged console, Namine's small holographic body resolves from flickering light.
Namine
True Dave, I have located a narrow service passage beneath the yard. Imperial engineers are approaching the outer defenses, and they will breach them soon.
A maintenance schematic unfolds around Namine, its blue lines tracing a cramped route beneath the launch structures. Beyond the sealed corridor, heavy impacts answer with a deeper, more deliberate rhythm.
Namine
The passage reaches the war-torn frontier through an auxiliary launch junction. It is the only route I can calculate without returning you to the patrol zone.
The projection divides into two paths. One bends toward the transport's vanished flight corridor; the other descends beneath the yard, where Namine's control signal grows faint and unstable.
Namine
Following it will separate you from the transport. My navigation system must remain here to keep the passage open, which leaves me vulnerable to capture.
The console spits a brief shower of sparks. Namine's hologram stutters, then steadies beside the descending route marker while impacts reverberate through the buried structure.
Reach the war-torn frontier