Nova sprinted back through the broken city to the others, hoping that nothing bad had befallen them during the raid. He was relieved to find everyone intact, scared, but intact. Addressing the crowd he proclaimed, "We've done it, we're in the compound, and there are more vehicles and supplies than I ever dreamed!" He was breathing heavily, partially from the sprinting and partially from sheer excitement. "Quickly now, we must move. Follow me." He started the run back to the compound, leading the mass of survivors behind him.
In minutes they were there, Nova followed by the whole resistance behind him. He jogged up to the garage and saw that much progress had been made, and most of the supplies which could be transported were indeed loaded into the array of vans, trucks, and armored vehicles. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he spoke to everyone: "Everyone's here now, and I wish to linger no longer. Load the last of what you can carry into the vehicles, and let us be off." He walked over to the unconscious fur still propped against the garage support and heaved him onto his shoulder. "Alright, you're coming with me," he said as he once again picked up the jacket and saber in his free hand. With his load he went over to the humvee, which he saw Luke was already in looking at some sort of file or papers. "I wonder what he could have found..." Nova thought to himself as he opened the back door of the humvee and placed the fur inside. "I'll have to ask him once he's in a better mood again." He finished belting the unconscious fur in with the jacket and saber and shut the door.