Kori was the last to jump aboard the escape pod. While Jago was dealing with the controls and Hannibal was securing the navicomp, the Zeltron had the chance to strap herself in, and grabbed for a handhold just in case. Hannibal's remark made her chuckle nervously, the remark muffled by the helmet somewhat: "You don't say!" And then the pod blasted off.
With the door still open, the Jedi would be treated to a quite a view: the Maw getting smaller and smaller, its tendrils holding on to a half-eaten corvette—almost like a baby holding a bottle—all amidst the explosive inferno and falling debris. The problem was that the Maw and the corvette were getting smaller too quickly. A ripple in the Force indicated that Hannibal was concerned too, and doing something about it. But with all the things he had to focus on, it might not be enough.
Closing her eyes to seal off the "unnecessary" senses, Kori had her consciousness zoom outside the pod. Just like Izel had done at Ryloth, and Talak had done on Coruscant, she would attempt to envelop the pod in a "bubble" of Force—following the pod's general momentum, but tugging against it at the front, slowly but surely...
And then the pod hit the ground; much sooner than it normally would, and much sooner than Kori would've preferred. The jolt was so hard that the Zeltron would've expected to fly out of the pod and hit the ground. The metallic safety harness averted that, but it did press on the duraplast of Kori's armor. For a moment, the Zeltron felt that she and her chestplate became one... And it was anything but a pleasant and painless experience.
Luckily, the worst of it would only last for a few moments. Compared to that, the pod rumbling across Bracca soil and shaking up everyone inside could be considered an amusement ride. Still, that wasn't what Nykoria had signed up for. Grabbing her head with both hands she pulled of the helmet; indigo hair clotted with sweat falling freely on her shoulders as the Zeltron exhaled: "Thank the Force my stomach is empty..."
@Mr. Teatime, @Topher Ridge
// I figure we could call it a thread here. Feel free to write the outro posts, if you'd like. Or we can leave it at that.
With the door still open, the Jedi would be treated to a quite a view: the Maw getting smaller and smaller, its tendrils holding on to a half-eaten corvette—almost like a baby holding a bottle—all amidst the explosive inferno and falling debris. The problem was that the Maw and the corvette were getting smaller too quickly. A ripple in the Force indicated that Hannibal was concerned too, and doing something about it. But with all the things he had to focus on, it might not be enough.
Closing her eyes to seal off the "unnecessary" senses, Kori had her consciousness zoom outside the pod. Just like Izel had done at Ryloth, and Talak had done on Coruscant, she would attempt to envelop the pod in a "bubble" of Force—following the pod's general momentum, but tugging against it at the front, slowly but surely...
And then the pod hit the ground; much sooner than it normally would, and much sooner than Kori would've preferred. The jolt was so hard that the Zeltron would've expected to fly out of the pod and hit the ground. The metallic safety harness averted that, but it did press on the duraplast of Kori's armor. For a moment, the Zeltron felt that she and her chestplate became one... And it was anything but a pleasant and painless experience.
Luckily, the worst of it would only last for a few moments. Compared to that, the pod rumbling across Bracca soil and shaking up everyone inside could be considered an amusement ride. Still, that wasn't what Nykoria had signed up for. Grabbing her head with both hands she pulled of the helmet; indigo hair clotted with sweat falling freely on her shoulders as the Zeltron exhaled: "Thank the Force my stomach is empty..."
@Mr. Teatime, @Topher Ridge
// I figure we could call it a thread here. Feel free to write the outro posts, if you'd like. Or we can leave it at that.
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