Joule's Resolve/narrative

Scratching at her bare dirty elbows under her ripped up jacket, Joule tell us, "It'll be the biggest thing we've pulled off." From under the dusty mat she sleeps on, Joule pulls out folded-up papers. "This one", she says, "this one I got from a Jedi guy, don't ask how. Okay, go ahead and ask how. Go on. Okay, nevermind. Look." She spreads out this blue paper and there's an outline of something we ain't seen before. Some big machine that walks.

"And we are gonna steal it." Like it ain't in a rebel hangar behind all kindsa guards and cameras and firepower, that's how Joule says it. She has a plan for that, too. Joule always has a plan for everything. Outta her stocking she yanks out another paper, this one her own creation, a map of the compound, and all our instructions. "We get a buncha smoke bombs. Some flashbangs for distracting. And I know Petey has that anchor he borrowed from the Sky Pirate Crew. We'll totally use that like a grappling hook."

By now, all the hungry teens are milling around Joule's corner of the floor, rubbing their snotty noses on their knuckles and hoo-hooing at the blueprints. Clover doesn't like it when we congregate, but none of us are tattlers.

"You can't pull that off. Ain't any way."

"We can. Remember that time I hotwired the AT-ST?

This can't be all that different."

Nobody's dumb enough to believe her, but nobody wants to be the one who chickens out. Once volunteers start raising hands, Joule has herself a gang.