OPEN: TO EMPIRE AND MANDOLORIAN
Space: Near Tatooine
The console beeped at Jhaa expectantly, trying to tell her that she was close to approaching the coordinates inputted at the beginning of her journey. She had spent the remaining leg of the trip thinking about her life, pondering if she had chosen the right path.
She checked the position of the ship relative to the coordinates and figured out she had a couple of hours to go; she thought to herself, “If those damned bounty hunters gave me bad information, there would be hell to pay.” At the same time, gripping the blaster pistol strapped across her chest in a harness for easy access. The heavy Mandalorian Armor made quick movements difficult, so ease of access to weapons was a priority.
The previous owner of the YT-1000 freighter or, as Jhaa called it, “A bunch of bolts.” was won after a hand of pazaak with a smuggler in the outer-rim. She detested the game but found it was the only reliable way to get information or New Republic credits, but the smuggler was out of both.
She couldn’t complain after acquiring the freighter, although it was worn and had blaster scorchers that served as reminders of previous battles, none that Jhaa would ever know the story of; she did find a cache of New Republic credits, enough to repair the damage fully and have enough left over to survive the trip back to the core worlds.
Jhaa rose from the pilot seat, the leather creaking under her weight, and walked to the transponder to verify the programming before commencing the trip to transmit both Mandalorian and Empire codes, hoping to rejoin and infiltrate a clan or await her next mission when she would come across what was left of the Empire. Either way, she would find a way to progress the Empire’s goals one way or another.
The transponder beacon was nestled in one of the smuggler's holds used by the previous owner; as she lifted the plates within the hull, the pungent smell of cramped soldiers in previous missions hit Jhaa. Holding her breath, she stepped down and pressed a few buttons on the device to confirm that both codes were working and rotating on a 5-minute delay.
She returned to the cockpit just in time to slow down and re-enter real space. She sat down and pulled back on the throttle, gradually decelerating the ship until the stars once again became stationary.
In front of her was a familiar site, a barren, desert planet with two suns, one she had thought she had left behind in her youth. A visible disgust flashed past while exclaiming, “Dank Farrik.”
Space: Near Tatooine
The console beeped at Jhaa expectantly, trying to tell her that she was close to approaching the coordinates inputted at the beginning of her journey. She had spent the remaining leg of the trip thinking about her life, pondering if she had chosen the right path.
She checked the position of the ship relative to the coordinates and figured out she had a couple of hours to go; she thought to herself, “If those damned bounty hunters gave me bad information, there would be hell to pay.” At the same time, gripping the blaster pistol strapped across her chest in a harness for easy access. The heavy Mandalorian Armor made quick movements difficult, so ease of access to weapons was a priority.
The previous owner of the YT-1000 freighter or, as Jhaa called it, “A bunch of bolts.” was won after a hand of pazaak with a smuggler in the outer-rim. She detested the game but found it was the only reliable way to get information or New Republic credits, but the smuggler was out of both.
She couldn’t complain after acquiring the freighter, although it was worn and had blaster scorchers that served as reminders of previous battles, none that Jhaa would ever know the story of; she did find a cache of New Republic credits, enough to repair the damage fully and have enough left over to survive the trip back to the core worlds.
Jhaa rose from the pilot seat, the leather creaking under her weight, and walked to the transponder to verify the programming before commencing the trip to transmit both Mandalorian and Empire codes, hoping to rejoin and infiltrate a clan or await her next mission when she would come across what was left of the Empire. Either way, she would find a way to progress the Empire’s goals one way or another.
The transponder beacon was nestled in one of the smuggler's holds used by the previous owner; as she lifted the plates within the hull, the pungent smell of cramped soldiers in previous missions hit Jhaa. Holding her breath, she stepped down and pressed a few buttons on the device to confirm that both codes were working and rotating on a 5-minute delay.
She returned to the cockpit just in time to slow down and re-enter real space. She sat down and pulled back on the throttle, gradually decelerating the ship until the stars once again became stationary.
In front of her was a familiar site, a barren, desert planet with two suns, one she had thought she had left behind in her youth. A visible disgust flashed past while exclaiming, “Dank Farrik.”
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