Ten days since the raid. Two since the Republic's camp nearly doubled in size with the peaceful addition of the stranded Imperial personnel, and more survivors - from both sides - were still being found. It's a strained coexistance, but between Inrokana's orders to his people and Ipex's to hers, there have been no overt, physical hostilities. Looking to Lance, he slowly shakes his head. "Things were not in a state where we could spare escape pods, son," he says quietly. "Not on our ship, anyway. Maybe one of the others, but the Captain's orders were clear."