Vizim's trip to Hutt Space had gone off without a hitch for the Sith assassin. It was a convoluted path to travel the hyperlanes from Imperial territory, but since his job had called for a more subtle means of travel, Vizim had selected public transport rather than the comfort of his own ship.
What he didn't like was that public transport required the relinquishing of all weapons before boarding. It meant that the only piece of his arsenal he'd been able to hold onto was his razor cap. Not that he expected to need it, and the lock box was practically indestructible.
So Vizim had sat back in the rear of the ship, poked on his datapad, and waited for the next stop. At least that was what had happened until the ship dropped abruptly out of hyperspace and an ear-piercing shredding sound tore through the ship. He ducked reflexively and looked behind him with wide eyes to try to see what the heck had happened behind him.
A look out the window told him he had more pressing concerns. Atmosphere and clouds filled the window beside him and he quickly reached up to slam his restraints back into place. The ship slammed down, the angle narrowly saving everyone aboard from being killed.
He was thrown against his restraints and at least one person who hadn't gotten back in their seat in time was flung violently across the cabin. Even so, the wind was nearly knocked out of Vizim before the ship finally came grinding to a halt. A myriad of groans and some latent screams filled the cabin as Vizim blinked and shook his head to clear his mind.
What he didn't like was that public transport required the relinquishing of all weapons before boarding. It meant that the only piece of his arsenal he'd been able to hold onto was his razor cap. Not that he expected to need it, and the lock box was practically indestructible.
So Vizim had sat back in the rear of the ship, poked on his datapad, and waited for the next stop. At least that was what had happened until the ship dropped abruptly out of hyperspace and an ear-piercing shredding sound tore through the ship. He ducked reflexively and looked behind him with wide eyes to try to see what the heck had happened behind him.
A look out the window told him he had more pressing concerns. Atmosphere and clouds filled the window beside him and he quickly reached up to slam his restraints back into place. The ship slammed down, the angle narrowly saving everyone aboard from being killed.
He was thrown against his restraints and at least one person who hadn't gotten back in their seat in time was flung violently across the cabin. Even so, the wind was nearly knocked out of Vizim before the ship finally came grinding to a halt. A myriad of groans and some latent screams filled the cabin as Vizim blinked and shook his head to clear his mind.