Unknown Jungle Planet, Outer Rim
The Outer Rim, for all its vast city-planets and worlds dripping with galactic infamy, was largely an empty, uncharted void. For weeks, she had been pouring over old tomes and visiting seedy bars, searching for something that may or may not even exist. Her efforts weren’t in vain, though, and after some considerable sleuthing, she received a simple set of galactic coordinates pointing to a system in the Outer Rim. There was little information about the world to which she was directed, and she imagined it was scarcely populated, if at all. Nonetheless, rumors in cantinas and whispers in dark places hinted that there might be a Sith trove here, and, after enlisting the (possibly not wholly) willing aid of one of her peers, Ana set off immediately in search of it. There wasn’t much to go off of other than a general four-digit grid location, but it was better than nothing.
The Muse zipped through the void quickly towards the jungle planet before them. For most of the trip, Ana focused on getting to the uncharted world, though there was time set aside to ruminate on the growing corruption within her. She wasn’t sure what to make of her passenger since they’d never met before this little excursion. They knew nothing about each other, and the nature of their order made it difficult to make small talk to get to know one another. Truthfully, she was just glad someone else was willing to go along with her on this expedition; the last time she went to a jungle world, it ended up with two of the muscle-bound buffoons with her running away into the jungle while she and another buffoon fought a zakkeg. She hoped this wouldn’t be the case again.
Turbulence rocked the ship as they breached the planet’s atmosphere, and soon they would be looking for a landing to set the ship down in to begin their search. It seemed like there was a thunderstorm occurring, so the closer they got to the clouds, the stronger the turbulence became. A few times, the controls almost jerked free of her grasp because of the turbulence, but she held on tightly. Rain pelted the viewport and lightning streaked out in the distance, sailing across the sky in a spiderweb pattern. She’d flown in a storm before, but something about this one seemed more intense than usual. Just need to get to the ground soon, she thought to herself.
”I hope you brought a poncho,” she called out to her passenger, ”Looks like we’ve got a storm.” Her passenger undoubtedly could feel the intense shuddering of the ship as they flew towards their goal, but the announcement helped break the tension. This sure was going to be a good first impression.