Nova Lyria
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In the atmosphere high above Corellia, a ship was beginning to burn through the sky, breaching the air like a star falling from the heavens... if the star were a hunk of junk far past its prime. The hull glowed orange as it began to heat, appearing to be doing more dropping than flying. Inside this unfortunate craft, large enough for a fair group of passengers and some cargo, was Nova. With her surmounting anger and frustration in the pilot's cockpit, some could say that her red skin and fiery temper were currently rivaling the burning hull of her pilfered ship. "[Shields at 10%. Calculated impact in 60 seconds. Would you like help?]" A robotic voice chimed over the intercom, advice from her navigating pilot becoming an annoying metallic nag over the sounds of various alarms and flashing lights. While the ship's controls were in all matters of foreign symbols, and a great deal of the dials' functions being beyond Nova's comprehension, it seemed highly unnecessary that they should all be telling her the same thing-- the ship was on bloody fire. The Zeltron pilot gritted her teeth until her jaw was nearly sore, trying to see through the plumes of smoke that shrouded her viewport, towards her inevitable descent. "Don't you think I already know that, REX?!" Nova shouted angrily, with an ill-placed kick beneath the ship's yoke that she was sure set off at least a dozen more alarms. Ships were such finnicky pieces of machinery, and the one she had such misbegotten luck in being able to steal was practically an antique. A StarSpeeder 7000, with a rusted RX-24 pilot droid, who bored and aggravated her all throughout what should have been a relieving escape. She'd finally excelled to the top-- Marina Navin was dead, the root of all her jealousy; Sibar, not even a sting of heartbreak when he was killed at the end of her blaster's barrel. It was hard to make someone feel inferior when they were dead. With his belongings ready to pawn in the back of her out-of-date, rubbish tourist ship, she would be able to set herself up for life... if she could land the ship. "[Shields at 5%. Calculated impact in 40 seconds. Would you like help?]" Nova hated droids with a passion-- they were lifeless, droll, unempathetic bags of bolts and metal. While it had meant to be helpful (by way of its programming) it simply had its own tone of condescension, knowing only what it was programmed to do. It didn't understand what she needed-- to make an escape from Sibar's planet undetected. Following protocol, the RX-24, or "REX" droid, had proceeded with coordinates for Nova's destination... after a routine stop through the terminal checkpoint for an inspection. It was safe to say that the auto-pilot function was quickly aborted. REX was the companion Nova was stuck with for this voyage, and she couldn't have anyone on board who was more unhelpful. She growled with frustration, wishing she'd thought to manually eject the droid before launching in her escape. The grinding of her own teeth and REX's aggravating "tips" were her symphony during the voyage, before the chorus of alarms had started. Much to her vexation, the stupid droid could still be heard over all the other noise. She would rather travel with the universe's daftest Ewok running amok on her ship, rather than a droid. "[Shields at 2%. Calculated impact in 25 seconds. Would you like help?]" Nova was at her wits' end, and couldn't see where she was flying, and finally gave up. "FINE, YES! I WOULD LIKE HELP, YOU SIMPLE, DOLTISH DROID!" she shouted inevitably, pulling on the yoke in the simple hope that it would level out the ship. "GET US OUT OF THIS FORSAKEN MESS!" She was placing her faith in a droid, the last hope she had. "[Initiating help sequence. Booting...]" Nova waited, and as time seemed to slow in that moment, as the droid started to whirr and buzz as it came into action, the Zeltron had a glimmer of hope in her yellow eyes. Perhaps this droid, whom she'd been so vexed with, would be her saving grace... "[Hi there! This is Captain REX from the cockpit. I'm sure this is probably your first flight, and it's ... mine too; ha ha!]" No such luck; a routine program spiel. "DAMMIT, REX!!" was the last thing she could hear, before being surrounded by the cantankerous sounds of skidding across the ground upon a messy crash-landing upon the Corellian surface. She was thrashed forward and the ship tumbled, the rough earth beating scars into the flame-ridden hull of the Star Speeder 7000, decapitating the RX-24 in the process. Like they say, a Captain always goes down with his ship. Finally, all went quiet: the alarms had silenced, REX had ceased his infernal bleating from sudden lack of a vocal module. Nova could barely lift her arms to peel herself off the dash of the mauled ship, and her eyelids had begun to feel so heavy... so very heavy. |
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