CAREFUL NAVIGATION
When Nykoria received a message that her friend Nara Allam had a line on the ship they could use, she was elated. When she learned that the ship would need to be repaired, she took it for granted—the Zeltron had no illusions that they'd something that big that easy, and in perfect condition off the bat. Even when Kori heard that the ship was on a planet called Bracca, she didn't think to ask what the catch was. Even though Nara sounded rather skeptical when mentioning that particular part. So what? I might not know what Bracca is, but it can't be that bad.
But apparently it could be even worse. Kori saw it first-hand when she first set sight on the planet: vast plains filled with rusty metallic hulks of all sizes. And all of that used to be working spaceships. Even the thought that Nara found something worthwhile in that dump seemed preposterous. But as her friends trusted in her, the Zeltron had to trust in them. After all, Nara had come to Bracca earlier, and had been working on that project for a while. She probably wouldn't have wasted all that time chasing ghosts. And now Nara needed Kori's help too...
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You thought that searching a scrapyard for a working ship was preposterous? Then how about going to a corvette that's dangling above a giant metal-eating maw called... Well, Ibdis Maw or something. Very original. Alas, that's the only place nearby where we have a shot at getting at least a semi-functional navigational computer. The first thing I'd do once we get a navicomp is plot a course as far away from this hole as possible.
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Having arrived to Bracca later than other Jedi, Nykoria quickly became her old reclusive self again. The Zeltron seemed sickened by the surroundings too. So much so that she hadn't even removed the helmet of her newly-customized flight suit ever since she set foot on the planet. Still unbeknownst to the others, Kori had more reasons than one for wearing the helmet after her return from Coruscant.
The people who were supposed to join her on the mission would find her on top of an old Imperial-I Star Destroyer hull, overlooking the Maw and the Corvette dangling above it. Having already taken in the view, the Zeltron was busy fiddling with her stun pistol, now outfitted with an ascension gun attachment.
Noticing footsteps behind her, she turned to face the people joining her. "Hey," Kori greeted them, her voice slightly rasp and distorted by the full helmet. "Looks like Nara got us the best job," she cast a quick glance at the maw and its tentacles again, before returning her attention to her companions. "Let's get this over with, shall we? An hour ago wouldn't have been a moment too soon."
@Mr. Teatime, @Topher Ridge
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