"Captain, we have contacts already in the vicinity," reports the helmsman of the Relentless, a CR90 approaching Dathomir and maneuvering into stationary orbit above the last known location of the ground forces entrenched planet side. The captain, a gray haired man of somewhat wizened visage and showing as many years in the lines on his face as he does in his service ribbons, calls up the tactical display and studies the sensor readings with narrowed eyes. "Well now, it looks like there's already a rescue team in place," he comments in reply. The helmsman speaks up, "Aye sir, only not ours." The captain makes a sound resembling a grunt in acknowledgement before opening the ship to ship comm to address the rest of the rescue assets, listing off the sensor readings for confirmation before add