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“According to my calculations, the Malagarr System - located at Atlas coordinates V-18 - is the last explored system along our trajectory.” The voice of the protocol droid echoed across the open terrain. “My databanks contain no information about this planet or any neighboring systems in Wild Space.” There was a long silence that followed the statement from the droid, with only the sound of native crickets to fill the air.
“Yes,” Jayna finally said, staring out over the distance. “I could’ve guessed that we were lost. Thank you Twelves,” Several hours ago she’d made that determination, in fact. The protocol droid had been a gift from her father - as that particular model had been in the family and served her Altaris relatives for decades at this point. After a few memory wipes and upgrades, it was passed to be by Jayna's side wherever she went.
It was a wonder that the irritation hadn’t begun to bleed into her tone at this point - despite the numerous attempts to get her ship operational. The simple fact was that Ezra (@Sreeya) was the ship geek - and she hardly knew her way around enough to fix much of anything. Not to mention, there was no real explanation for her ‘crash’ onto the mysterious planet. There was seemingly no major system failures, and yet her yacht had been pulled unceremoniously from Hyperspace and forced to make a landing on the verdant surface of the planet. Initial analysis revealed her hyperdrive completely burnt out, leaving the quarter-Sephi completely without the ability to leave.
Of course, HoloNet signal wasn’t any better.
Jayna allowed her gaze to travel the landscape all around her - taking in the jungle and waterfalls in the distance. Were it not for the unfortunate circumstances, it would’ve been a thoroughly scenic and beautiful setting. The heiress was silent for several minutes, weighing her options and all the possibilities available to her. After a while, she finally stood up - checking the blaster pistol that she’d strapped to her hip. Emryc made sure that his children were well-equipped to face the world, complete with her martial arts training - and no shortage of weapons stashed on her yacht.
“I am going to take a look around. See if I can get signal on higher ground,” She said flatly.
“That would be highly inadvisable, Mistress Thorne. I believe it best to remain with the ship until help arrives from the Consortium. The distress beacon is still active to signal for aid.” Twelves said back firmly.
Jayna stared back at him blankly. “Have we been able to get any signal since we arrived on the planet? Or otherwise contact the wider Galaxy?”
“Negative, Mistress Thorne.”
Jayna rolled her eyes. “Stay with the ship, Twelves. I’ll be back before the sun goes down,” She said, once more checking her gear. The heiress was dressed in a pair of tight pants and leather jacket - complete with Trandoshan hide boots and a utility belt. Pocket rations, water and a simple blaster pistol were stored there, while her black hair was tied into a long braid.
“Heavens no.” Twelves began to walk alongside her. “It is my programming to remain by your side, though I must again insist you rethink this.”
“Yes,” Jayna finally said, staring out over the distance. “I could’ve guessed that we were lost. Thank you Twelves,” Several hours ago she’d made that determination, in fact. The protocol droid had been a gift from her father - as that particular model had been in the family and served her Altaris relatives for decades at this point. After a few memory wipes and upgrades, it was passed to be by Jayna's side wherever she went.
It was a wonder that the irritation hadn’t begun to bleed into her tone at this point - despite the numerous attempts to get her ship operational. The simple fact was that Ezra (@Sreeya) was the ship geek - and she hardly knew her way around enough to fix much of anything. Not to mention, there was no real explanation for her ‘crash’ onto the mysterious planet. There was seemingly no major system failures, and yet her yacht had been pulled unceremoniously from Hyperspace and forced to make a landing on the verdant surface of the planet. Initial analysis revealed her hyperdrive completely burnt out, leaving the quarter-Sephi completely without the ability to leave.
Of course, HoloNet signal wasn’t any better.
Jayna allowed her gaze to travel the landscape all around her - taking in the jungle and waterfalls in the distance. Were it not for the unfortunate circumstances, it would’ve been a thoroughly scenic and beautiful setting. The heiress was silent for several minutes, weighing her options and all the possibilities available to her. After a while, she finally stood up - checking the blaster pistol that she’d strapped to her hip. Emryc made sure that his children were well-equipped to face the world, complete with her martial arts training - and no shortage of weapons stashed on her yacht.
“I am going to take a look around. See if I can get signal on higher ground,” She said flatly.
“That would be highly inadvisable, Mistress Thorne. I believe it best to remain with the ship until help arrives from the Consortium. The distress beacon is still active to signal for aid.” Twelves said back firmly.
Jayna stared back at him blankly. “Have we been able to get any signal since we arrived on the planet? Or otherwise contact the wider Galaxy?”
“Negative, Mistress Thorne.”
Jayna rolled her eyes. “Stay with the ship, Twelves. I’ll be back before the sun goes down,” She said, once more checking her gear. The heiress was dressed in a pair of tight pants and leather jacket - complete with Trandoshan hide boots and a utility belt. Pocket rations, water and a simple blaster pistol were stored there, while her black hair was tied into a long braid.
“Heavens no.” Twelves began to walk alongside her. “It is my programming to remain by your side, though I must again insist you rethink this.”
@Phoenix