“This place is wild and untamed. It stirs the blood and makes one feel…alive.”
― Juhani
Right on cue, the view blurred and shifted into the more familiar starscape of the galactic backdrop. Below was Kashyyyk, a patchwork sphere in green and blue hanging off the starboard bow. It was still a beautiful world, but even now, you could see that it had seen hard times. The scars of orbital bombardment were still visible, so very long after they had been inflicted. Fiach imagined the smoke that must have risen from those burning forests.
Fiach employed the scout ship’s advanced sensors to scan the space around the planet. It was dense with signals, but not much traffic. Her brief was simple, to deliver medical supplies and leave. Routine and, she hoped for once, no more than that.
She punched in the coordinates for the rendezvous and took the ship down towards the planet’s surface, aware that the small craft was particularly noisy and put it down to the turbulence of entry.
Swooping over the green hills below, she closed in on the coordinates given to her and immediately wished the annoying noise was still bothering her. For instead, all she heard was an eerie silence. “Looks like I’m going to be pushing this thing home,” she said out loud – to nobody in particular, and angled the ship for a shallow and unpowered descent.
Fortunately the location was free of the typical forest, jungles and mountains and although she overshot the location for the drop, she was able to land the ship relatively unscathed and unbuckled her belt. “So, check the ship, then make the rendezvous?” she mused, before shaking her head. “Nope. Best get the medicines to the locals first.”
And with that she loaded the supplies on a repulsor sled and once the small cargo bay door was opened, she began the long walk back the way the ship had come.
@Thluna
― Juhani
Right on cue, the view blurred and shifted into the more familiar starscape of the galactic backdrop. Below was Kashyyyk, a patchwork sphere in green and blue hanging off the starboard bow. It was still a beautiful world, but even now, you could see that it had seen hard times. The scars of orbital bombardment were still visible, so very long after they had been inflicted. Fiach imagined the smoke that must have risen from those burning forests.
Fiach employed the scout ship’s advanced sensors to scan the space around the planet. It was dense with signals, but not much traffic. Her brief was simple, to deliver medical supplies and leave. Routine and, she hoped for once, no more than that.
She punched in the coordinates for the rendezvous and took the ship down towards the planet’s surface, aware that the small craft was particularly noisy and put it down to the turbulence of entry.
Swooping over the green hills below, she closed in on the coordinates given to her and immediately wished the annoying noise was still bothering her. For instead, all she heard was an eerie silence. “Looks like I’m going to be pushing this thing home,” she said out loud – to nobody in particular, and angled the ship for a shallow and unpowered descent.
Fortunately the location was free of the typical forest, jungles and mountains and although she overshot the location for the drop, she was able to land the ship relatively unscathed and unbuckled her belt. “So, check the ship, then make the rendezvous?” she mused, before shaking her head. “Nope. Best get the medicines to the locals first.”
And with that she loaded the supplies on a repulsor sled and once the small cargo bay door was opened, she began the long walk back the way the ship had come.
@Thluna