Somewhere on Krownest...
The bar attached to the top-right of her helmet whirred as it disengaged the magnification and returned to it's usual idle position. Her gloved hands pressed upon either side and slowly removed the entire covering with a pneumatic hiss before running back and through her long hair several times. A sigh was visible in the air in the form of vapor exhaling from between her lips. Neeka Wren was bored.
At least the weather was nice in that it wasn't so freezing that she was forced to flee back to shelter. The tip of her nose was already reddening in the cold and snowflakes collected upon thick black eyelashes. Neeka tried to get herself to enjoy the peacefulness of the moment; the utter stillness around her would have been enough to help a jedi lift a mountain, she reckoned. That's how the Force worked, right? Eh.
The toes of her boots dug into mounds of powdery snow beneath her hovering swoop bike while her fingers drummed a tuneless pattern upon the handlebars. The life of a scout was not much different from the life of a freighter pilot, it was turning out. Both involved long stretches of silent travel. Both were fairly solitary, give or take a companion or two. And both were simply things that needed to be done. Neeka was just the right person for the job all too often- despite her intolerance of boring situations. That's what made snowfields like the one extending out below the shelf she rested upon so enticing...it was likely to be the only fun she'd have on routine patrols like this.
The engine thrummed on her Balutar Class Swoop as the young Mandalorian re-donned the helm and guided the machine to the beginning of the course she'd mapped out in her head. She tightened her grip slowly, then kicked it into a quick high gear.
The landscape became a white blur around her, sending adrenaline careening through her veins like a crashing wave. Faster. She urged the Swoop Bike to increase its speed. Neeka wondered how bad it'd hurt to go this fast in this cold without her helmet on. I can get this thing to go even f-
The thought was interrupted by a glint to the east that shone in the muffled sun like something man-made. Immediately Neeka pulled the bike into a drift that sent up arcs of snow, braking herself to a stop once more. Quickly, she activated the magnification again and tried to get a better look at...whatever this thing was.
At first it more resembled a frozen-over skeleton that seemed to be reaching out from somewhere deep below the ice. The longer Neeka viewed it, the more she came to pick out parts that might once have been recognizable. The tattered hull of a derelict ship jutted out of the distant landscape as though beckoning the warrior to come closer. There shouldn't have been anything out here at all in this section of tundra. This was not a shipwreck anymore- this was a grave.
Neeka flicked her bike back into gear and soon she was eating up the distance between herself and the heap of twisted metal.
At least the weather was nice in that it wasn't so freezing that she was forced to flee back to shelter. The tip of her nose was already reddening in the cold and snowflakes collected upon thick black eyelashes. Neeka tried to get herself to enjoy the peacefulness of the moment; the utter stillness around her would have been enough to help a jedi lift a mountain, she reckoned. That's how the Force worked, right? Eh.
The toes of her boots dug into mounds of powdery snow beneath her hovering swoop bike while her fingers drummed a tuneless pattern upon the handlebars. The life of a scout was not much different from the life of a freighter pilot, it was turning out. Both involved long stretches of silent travel. Both were fairly solitary, give or take a companion or two. And both were simply things that needed to be done. Neeka was just the right person for the job all too often- despite her intolerance of boring situations. That's what made snowfields like the one extending out below the shelf she rested upon so enticing...it was likely to be the only fun she'd have on routine patrols like this.
The engine thrummed on her Balutar Class Swoop as the young Mandalorian re-donned the helm and guided the machine to the beginning of the course she'd mapped out in her head. She tightened her grip slowly, then kicked it into a quick high gear.
The landscape became a white blur around her, sending adrenaline careening through her veins like a crashing wave. Faster. She urged the Swoop Bike to increase its speed. Neeka wondered how bad it'd hurt to go this fast in this cold without her helmet on. I can get this thing to go even f-
The thought was interrupted by a glint to the east that shone in the muffled sun like something man-made. Immediately Neeka pulled the bike into a drift that sent up arcs of snow, braking herself to a stop once more. Quickly, she activated the magnification again and tried to get a better look at...whatever this thing was.
At first it more resembled a frozen-over skeleton that seemed to be reaching out from somewhere deep below the ice. The longer Neeka viewed it, the more she came to pick out parts that might once have been recognizable. The tattered hull of a derelict ship jutted out of the distant landscape as though beckoning the warrior to come closer. There shouldn't have been anything out here at all in this section of tundra. This was not a shipwreck anymore- this was a grave.
Neeka flicked her bike back into gear and soon she was eating up the distance between herself and the heap of twisted metal.
@Citheronia