Somewhere deep in empty space, away from any hyperlane route or planetary system, was a ship. Its engines were dead, and it was littered with the black marks of laser fire and broken shelling. If not for the faintest red color of a life support system glowing inside, it might appear as nothing but trash abandoned to the cold of space. A dull signal pinged from the vessel every few minutes, but it was faint and barely registerable. It would go unnoticed by nearly every passerby. Despite the weakness of the signal, there was something much more noticeable radiating from the ship. The Force sat heavy in the area. Anyone in tune with the Force would be able to feel its presence; it reached much further than the weak distress signal.
Inside the ship, the damage was less severe. There were skids on the floor and scuffs on the walls from the quick removal of what one might assume would be heavy boxes, but other than that it appeared as if a family had once lived here. The walls had various child-like drawings pasted to the walls, and a framed holopicture of a family was laid on a table in the main living area. The kitchen was empty of any food, though dishes laid strewn about as if it once had. Despite all this evidence of life, there didn't seem to be anyone living here anymore, but the Force still remained strong.
The Force grew stronger the closer one got to a room in the back, just before the storage area. Behind the door, in the dim light of the ship, was a teenage girl. If not for the Force which blanketed her body, she would appear to lie in cold death. She laid on a small cot on the side of the room, surrounded by drawings on the walls similar to those found in other parts of the ship, and holobooks littered about the room. A small, worn plushie of a bearded jax had fallen to the floor, just centimeters from her limp hand. She was thin and cold, but not dead.
tag: @Nefieslab
Inside the ship, the damage was less severe. There were skids on the floor and scuffs on the walls from the quick removal of what one might assume would be heavy boxes, but other than that it appeared as if a family had once lived here. The walls had various child-like drawings pasted to the walls, and a framed holopicture of a family was laid on a table in the main living area. The kitchen was empty of any food, though dishes laid strewn about as if it once had. Despite all this evidence of life, there didn't seem to be anyone living here anymore, but the Force still remained strong.
The Force grew stronger the closer one got to a room in the back, just before the storage area. Behind the door, in the dim light of the ship, was a teenage girl. If not for the Force which blanketed her body, she would appear to lie in cold death. She laid on a small cot on the side of the room, surrounded by drawings on the walls similar to those found in other parts of the ship, and holobooks littered about the room. A small, worn plushie of a bearded jax had fallen to the floor, just centimeters from her limp hand. She was thin and cold, but not dead.
tag: @Nefieslab