◊ Location — Solitary fuel depot, grid P-9
Closest celestial bodies — Bracca, Kashyyyk ◊
Closest celestial bodies — Bracca, Kashyyyk ◊
Beorn beeped in trepidation through the intercom of Elenath's X-wing as the fuel depot came into view of the cockpit. The Jedi Seer furrowed his brow in concern as he could now clearly see a massive debris field slowly drifting away from the 500-series platform serving as a refuel way-station. Lights sputtered from within, and sparks jettisoned out into space. Clearly, something wrong — disastrously wrong — happened here. However, only a faint distress signal could be picked up on the knight's open channels. Elenath had been too late.
Memories of the premonition he'd received not 24 hours prior still haunted him. Bloodcurdling screams of pain and terror, shattered transparisteel viewports, metallic halls rent by the claws of an unknown threat. It was a miracle of the Force that Elenath had even been able to find this waystation in the middle of nowhere, especially with a distress call this weak. "Any signs of life?" he queried of Beorn, who responded with a series of uncertain beeps and trills. Too much interference from the debris to be sure. "Alright then...take us in. That hangar should do fine."
Navigating the shards of duristeel and transparisteel was not easy. While his deflectors caught a lot of the smaller bits of mica, Elenath had to maneuver slowly to avoid the larger pieces. Some smaller ships were still attached to the long, umbilical refueling cables that dangled out from the station like outstretched tentacles. He tried not to look at the drifting bodies.
Arriving at the hangar bay, he touched down but remained in his vac-suit as he left the safety of his X-wing. Activating a small headlamp attached to the visor, he held a hand close to Giliath. He could sense...nothing from the station. The emptiness weighed even heavier on him, with no sound other than his own regulated breathing from within his helmet. Elenath felt something else though...residual of some strong emotion other than fear and terror. He knew he needed to explore further, especially if there was even a remote possibility of survivors. "Beorn, get me a map of this derelict. Maybe pinpoint what happened or where the highest damage is. There's definitely a major hull breach somewhere..."
@Shalken