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The cloaked man:

1. Is friendly and helps them.
2. Pulls a gun but doesn't say anything.
3. Silently motions for them to follow him.
4. Offers to help for a price.
5. Pulls a gun and stuns them. Everything goes black.
6. Gives them some useful information and tells them where they can go.

Jet couldn't help but laugh as he drove the frog away! He still waved his arms around a bit, playing the big, scary tar monster.
Then he slowly turned to The Operator, giving her his best smile.

The Operator scowled with disapproval.

As Jet realized his humor probably didn't impress his companion, he slowly took on a serious kenku-face again. "Plan." he repeated, nodding. "Plan. Plan. Plan."

"Yes, love. Plan! We need one! Now then, do you have one," She demanded.

He totally had one! And it was quite brilliant! Of course it was only because of the speech barrier he didn't share it with the operator, otherwise he totally would tell her his brilliant plan that would save both of the two!

He checked his pockets for his comlink but came up empty. He maybe could create a new one with some gum, his non-functioning blaster and a comlink, but right now he lacked the gum.

The Operator began to lose hope as the ravenman was frantically rifling through his pockets and came up empty handed. This didn't bode well.

As he was about to scan his surrounding for anything of use, he saw the tall figure in a robe that approached him. This had to be another frog, after all Daxon hadn't had such a big and not-fake mustache.

That guy could totally help!

The Operator also took notice of the mysterious robed figure. "Who's that, love? Is he our contact," She asked turning back to the kenku hopefully. Maybe her fine feathered friend did have things under control after all.

"Operator, I need an exit fast" Jet asked in the voice of someone trapped in a computer-simulation. "Spaceship!" he added in the voice of a danish plastic minifigure. "Spaceship, spaceship!"

"Yes, love. We both to and I hope the chap that's headed this way can 'elp us," She affirmed remembering Jet's communication abilities were limited. Maybe he literally didn't have the words to convey what was going on.

Hopefully the frog could understand his request - and would be willing to help him out here. After all, this all was going according to his complex plan!

The figure got closer. Clearly, he was not another frog man. Daxon was tiny, about half the size of The Operator and Jet. This figure was taller than both them.

"Need some help," the cloaked one asked in a raspy voice.

The Operator had a bad feeling about this.

"Yes, love," she confirmed. "Me 'n me friend here are in a bit of a jam. Can you 'elp us?"

The cloaked figure nodded. "You must hurry. This area is heavily patrolled and if you came from where I think you did, you don't want them finding you." He pointed away from the lake.

"There is a substation that way," The figure informed the pair. "Don't let them see you! It's largely automated, but you maybe able to boost a transport or if you're even luckier, perhaps a ship to get off this rock. Good luck!"

Meanwhile, deep in the bad guys' lair... The Doctor, with Mr. Xazz in tow made their way back to the TARDIS. No one seemed to take notice of them as more re-enforcements made their way to help contain the chaos in the detention area. Along the way, the passed a small toaster on wheels with large, oversized eyes.

"Hey, R2-D2, yas goin' the wrong way," The Doctor called, not pausing to wait for Yoo-nit to reverse course. "We're makin' a break for it."

There was no one guarding the blue police box. The Doctor stopped outside of it. "Hey, wait a minute! What happened to the boid and the dame we's supposed to be rescuin'?"

The CEO of ITC did his best to keep up. He had tiny legs and wasn't in great shape. All of this physical activity was for the lesser folk in life. What kind of rescue was this? Why wasn't there a hover golf cart to take him to their escape vehicle? In fact, where were the body guards and space marines? Who planned this? Heads would definitely roll once Xizz was safely back in his office. and someone was going to be fired

"Forget them! I'm rich and important! Get me out of here! I'll pay you whatever you want," Xizz demanded. When The Doctor hesitated, he added. "I'll throw in all the expensive booze you want and the finest cigars from Coruscant. I know people! Uh, besides, you can come back for them once I'm safe!"

Yoo-nit was busy in search of its mistress, or a terminal to plug into or any other clues it could find to give it a hint of where she might be. The little droid also assumed that the crow man would be with her.

Just then, The Doctor and the annoying suit in charge of the phone company came running down the corridor in the opposite direction in which Yoo-nit was traveling.

"Hey, R2-D2, yas goin' the wrong way," The Doctor called, not pausing to wait for Yoo-nit to reverse course. "We're makin' a break for it."

"Um...," The droid replied. It's lights flashed and it made a series of whirring noises. "We must save The Operator," it stated matter-of-factly in its staccato, monotone voice.

The Doctor and Xizz Xazz didn't stop, however. After belching out a voluminous cloud of smoke, the droid finished processing the new directive and concluded following the pair was the best course of action at the moment.

Once at the TARDIS, The Doctor paused. "Hey, wait a minute! What happened to the boid and the dame we's supposed to be rescuin'?"

"Forget them! I'm rich and important! Get me out of here! I'll pay you whatever you want," Xizz demanded. When The Doctor hesitated, he added. "I'll throw in all the expensive booze you want and the finest cigars from Coruscant. I know people! Uh, besides, you can come back for them once I'm safe!"

The Doctor paused to consider the offer. "Fair enough, we can come back for 'em. And away we go," he replied. He stepped into the TARDIS. Xizz ran in behind him, followed by Yoo-nit. A moment later, the blue box dematerialized.

Jet's beak was a rather rigid affair, but it was still very obvious when the Kenku was smiling: There was this happy sparkle in his eyes.

While The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy was a bestseller, there was a rather limited audience for The Spaceship's Guide to the Galaxy, despite it stating it's core philosophy also being stated on the cover in friendly letters: Don't get caught.
Jet knew this book rather well, especially since he was the author. Right now it was available as print on demand on some rather obscure space websites. It also very obviously was an abandoned first draft, with a lot of placeholders, 'see page XX.' entries, very rough sketches and 'Add sketch here' notes
Point being: The kenku literaly wrote the space book on hot-wiring spaceships, and he was rather good with other, less spaceworthy vehicles.
When someone told him to boost a transport, he heard those words in an angelic voice, accompanied by heavenly chores.

The old restlessness filled Jet again, and he was eager to beginn. One of his clawlike hands grabbed the Operator's and without thinking he started running.

"Thank you for your visit, your opinion is important to us!" he told the frog as he passed by, choosing a probably too generic automated voice-line from a space-supermarkets speaker. Luckily, he was up and away before he told the frog to fill out a survey!

"Thanks, love," The Operator said with a wave as the cloaked figure continued on in a different direction. Jett seemed all to eager to head to the substation. The Operator had a sinking feeling that not only was this not part of the plan, but there was not a plan at all. Still, she had no choice but to go along with things for now. With any luck, one way or another they'd be off of this rock. Besides that, all The Operator wanted was to take a nice hot space shower, to feel clean again and have a fresh set of clothes on. Compared to her current predicament, it seemed flying around her space van servicing space payphones wasn't so bad after all.

As the pair headed in the indicated direction, they saw various ships and small drones flying overhead in the other direction. They were likely headed toward the place in which they had fleed, probably to offer backup to the chaotic situation in the prison area. There was always plenty of warning and The Operator and Jet could easily drop down to the ground. The sludge they were covered in made for the perfect cover. There were more than a few encounters of this nature over the next few hours.

Finally, as The Operator began to feel that she couldn't take another step, a small compound appeared off in the distance. It was a collection of buildings behind a fence or wall. Without space binoculars, there was no way to see any details. Unfortunately, there was no cover to help them sneak up. The barrier obscured most of the details but there was clearly a large gate for land vehicles to enter and exit the facility. All seemed quiet, at least at a distance.

"Well, love," The Operator announced turning to the kenku. "That must be it. I"m going to hope you can get us in there without getting us captured. Think you can do that without setting the place on fire or making a scene?"

So far, the plan worked out perfectly, and Jet stuck to it like a T.
The trick, he knew, was to have the right plan. A plan that was easy to adapt to any situation, delays and loss of at least half of the rescue party. Right now this plan was: "Improvise!". Only a true space Sun Tzu of his caliber could create such a flawless plan in just one word!

Happy with his skills and progress so far, he made his way across the plane side by side with the Operator. By taking a mud-dive and occasionally quoting Predator, he easily survived the thread of being spotted from above.
How he survived the much greater thread to his life and limbs posed by him asking the Operator for the current time and temperature way too often was, on the other hand, a space-miracle.

Jet's mind already started working on a plan as he spotted the compound. And even before the Operator finished her question, he already lifted a finger and opened his mouth.
It was like a space light-bulb had went off over his head.
But then she added that he wasn't allowed to use fire or make a scene, ruining his perfect plan.
Slowly, he lowered the finger again, as well as his beak.

Then, after a moment, the finger came up again, this time a bit slower.
Jet pointed to some vehicle-tracks. That seemed to be a way the space land-vehicles used often enough for it to be plainly visible.
So, here was his plan.
"She said the jungle just came alive and took him!" he explained, while pointing towards the mud. After twenty Predator-qutes or so, the Operator probably knew he meant 'we're going to hide in the mud there'.
With his fingers, he tripled like a humanoid walking, then jumping to the floor and laying low.
Then he made a "broom-broom"-car sound, as his other hand symbolized a vehicle, driving by. Small finger guy jumped out of the mud and on the back of the said vehicle.
Jet even provided a Super Mario-Jumping sound to illustrate the point.

So that was his plan: Hide in the puddle, get onto a vehicle as it drove past, get into the compound. Step two probably needed some (a lot!) more details, but well… Jet didn't provide, probably just due to the kenku's troubles in communication, not due to not having any, no sir!

Without waiting for the Operator's answer, Jet already ran for the mud-puddle and jumped in.

"Well, love," The Operator announced turning to the kenku. "That must be it. I"m going to hope you can get us in there without getting us captured. Think you can do that without setting the place on fire or making a scene?"

Jet was about to enthusiastically respond and started to speak, but slowly lowered his finger and closed her beak. The Operator let out an annoyed sigh. Clearly, the thing she didn't want him to do was the plan. This just made it all the more clearer. THERE WAS NO PLAN! Of course, there was nothing much The Operator could do about it. This was arguably better than being trapped in a small cell. No, this was a very definitely a slight improvement since she'd been trapped with the CEO of the space telephone company. Had she not been imprisoned with Xizz, she might have preferred imprisonment over being covered in muck and hopelessly lost.

Then, after a moment, the finger came up again, this time a bit slower.

Jet pointed to some vehicle-tracks. That seemed to be a way the space land-vehicles used often enough for it to be plainly visible.
So, here was his plan.

"She said the jungle just came alive and took him!" he explained, while pointing towards the mud. After twenty Predator-qutes or so, the Operator probably knew he meant 'we're going to hide in the mud there'.

With his fingers, he tripled like a humanoid walking, then jumping to the floor and laying low.

Then he made a "broom-broom"-car sound, as his other hand symbolized a vehicle, driving by. Small finger guy jumped out of the mud and on the back of the said vehicle.

Jet even provided a Super Mario-Jumping sound to illustrate the point.

The Operator stared at the kenku for a long moment as if he'd grown a second head. She mostly processed what she thought his intentions were.

Before she could relay her interpretation back to him, Jet ran for a mud puddle and dove in. The Operator sighed. She didn't have any other ideas. The pair waited, lying in the mud for hours watching for a transport or really anything to happen by that they could commandeer.

Just as The Operator was about to give up and take her chances, the pair heard some buzzing. Some machinery on treads was slowly making its way toward them. It was impossible to tell what the nature of the equipment was, but one of the machines was indeed headed their very direction.

As it got closer, there were big whirrly blades on the front of it. The Operator quickly realized if they didn't get out of the way that the blades would chop the pair to bits. It was also at this moment that Jet's plan was about to go horribly, terribly wrong. "I'm stuck love," The Operator said panicked as she tried to get up and get out of the mud. She had sunk to her knees and was held fast.

As the robotic mower got closer, it was obvious there was no cab or place for any sort of human (or alien) driver to sit. In fact, there was nothing at all for any known organic being to use as a seat, saddle, hand hold, hangy on thingy or anything else. The equipment was fully autonomous and there were no obvious steps or ladders or ways to get on top of it or grab hold. At least, not easily. Of course, there was no need to worry about that particular issue as it would be a moot point if Jet couldn't get The Operator unstuck from the mud as the mower crept ever closer.