Soon she would have some answers, at least she hoped. The last time she spoke with a Jedi teacher, she felt like she had more questions than answers she was seeking; she had some, but not enough and because she did not wish to continue down the Jedi path, she felt like things abruptly stopped. She couldn't understand why he couldn't have taught her more, did it necessarily mean she would have to be a Jedi? She did not think so, just enough to help her strengthen her gasp on the door that seemed to keep swinging open. It wasn't her abilities were appearing on impulse, she was finding the more she practice to control herself, as the holocron taught her, the more incredible things she could do. Incredibly, dangerous things.
However, when did it stop? Did it stop?
The Jedi would know, they had to know.
Her thoughts had clearly drifted as the anticipation to arrive to the Jedi world of Ajan Kloss kept creeping back into her consciousness. She tried to focus on other things such as organizing her tool box to centering herself in the Force. However, as she focused on the latter, there was an uneasiness, a warning, like the rough waves of Corellia's arctic oceans were pulling her out to sea.
Quick! Thalia grab my hand!
Thalia gasped as she opened her eyes as she heard the warning chimes of the hyperdrive, alerting her they were exiting within seconds. She jumped to her feet in urgency, she was not supposed to arrive for another couple hours as she glanced at the timer and the chrono. Before she could override the system, the ship's emergency systems activated, thrusting the ship out of hyperspace and jetting Thalia backwards from the momentum. The alarms quieted as Thalia groaned, rising to her feet to look out the viewport to the unrecognizable world. The girl sat down and looked at her coordinates, finding the situation odd and began to enter in the coordinates for the Jedi again, however, the computer rejected them, in fact it seemed her entire hyperdrive was malfunctioning. "Kriff."
She guided her ship down the the rocky, terrestrial world, circling the space port before finding a place to land and to get some answers about where she was at and how she could get some parts to fix her ship. There were only a few huts that lined a beaten road, out of what she could see, the one that looked like it had some life was the pub and all she could do was scoff as she seemed to have found a smuggler's haven from the rest of the galaxy. She was not enthusiastic about being ripped off for some every day parts.
@Taz
