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Yusanis was shivering, even under his armorweave, armor, robes, and the extra winter gear he had on. He was on Hoth, a frozen wasteland of a planet. It was on this planet that an ancient Sith Holocron had been hidden, one the Imperium had sent him to retrieve. While this kind of work annoyed the heck out of him, the fact it was on an ice planet made him even more grumpy. Currently, he was waiting on a public transport that would take him from Hoth to... well, crud, he forgot what planet this thing was to take him to. It didn't matter to him as long as it did two things: remain in Imperial space, and took him to a warm planet!
He sneezed inside his helmet, thankfully it was a small one. If he got sick from this, he was going to be pissed. All his life he's gone from warm planet to warm planet- Tattooine, to others, and finally to Korriban. Going to Hoth was like a slap to the face. Reason he was taking public transport was because, well, the ship that had taken him here had not remained to see if he succeeded. Not only that, but he was poor- so calling for a personal shuttle was out of the question. In the end, it was a heavily armored Sith carrying an armored suitcase, which inside held the Sith Holocron, standing out with a bunch of civilians, who all seemed to be staring at him with either curiosity or fear. Could he blame them, though?
His lightsabers were hidden deep in the folds of his winter gear and robes so that should they pat him down, they'd only feel the clothing. These things had pretty lax security, and he was sure that if he whipped out his lightsaber they'd just back off anyway, but he wasn't in the mood to cause a scene- rather he just wanted this over and done with as painlessly as possible. The ship arrived, a large public transport that was made to carry a large number of people and their baggage. It looked old, worn, but still reliable. Paint was chipped and ice formed over most of the vents- okay, maybe it wasn't completely reliable.
He was able to enter the ship without much trouble- probably the helmet. The Sith did not put the Holocron with the rest of the baggage, instead, he kept it with him. Sitting down in an empty row near the back, he strapped himself in and kept the case on his lap. Even on the heated ship, he was still freezing. He couldn't wait to reach a warmer planet- he swore, if this thing was going to another freezing planet, he would crash it himself!
Someone sat down next to him, but he paid little mind, keeping his head downcast to avoid eye contact. Right now he had little interest in talking to others. The wind began to pick up as the staff went about making sure everything was in order. Not only that, but night was falling on the planet- meaning it would be even colder out than ever. The thought alone was enough to give the Zabrak frostbite. As the checks continued on did he finally feel the wind hit the shuttle hard enough to make it shake a bit.
That concerned him. He raised his head a fraction, listening intently. Everyone else seemed to pay it no mind, but the Sith was not so at peace. The intercom came on, telling everyone that they were taking off in two minutes. Yusanis felt something, like a whispering in the back of his mind- a nagging sensation. Shrugging it off, he lowered his head again, closing his eyes. Perhaps some sleep would help calm his nerves.
That's when the wind really picked up. Their ship had just begun take off, leaving the ground, when the wind hit the hardest. He looked up completely this time, and looked out the nearest window, which was to his left. There was so much snow blowing in the wind that he couldn't see anything but white. The pilot came on over the intercom.
"There is a small snow storm brewing, folks, but not to worry. We'll out of the atmosphere by the time the worst hits. Stay seated and enjoy the flight."
Yusanis rolled his eyes. Small snow storm? This was a full blown blizzard! How it got started so quickly he didn't know, but it was powerful- it actually put him on edge. The shuttle was accelerating, fighting the wind. Yusanis had a bad feeling about-
Something hit them, or they hit something. The shuttle jerked violently to the left, sending a few people who weren't strapped in to the floor. The Sith cursed loudly in Mandalorian as he looked out the window again, and saw lights- probably sparks- through the black and white outside.
"We, uh, appear to have a slight engine malfunction ladies and gentlemen. Nothing to be concerned with, sorry for the disturbance."
The Zabrak was about to face palm, but just decided that if was to die on this ship, then he was going to die. He let the rest of the flight go by without much thought. It was quiet, everyone had calmed down mostly and they broke through the atmosphere with ease. Some still cast him weird glances, but he ignored them. He'd rather be the butt of some joke than let them see what was under his mask any day.
After a few hours, though, something strange began to happen. The engine began to sound strained, and groans were coming from the ship all around them. More than just he felt and heard it, he noticed, but no one was doing anything about it. It continued, and finally he unbuckled himself to stand.
Walking through the aisle, he made his way to the cockpit. Knocking on the durasteel blast door that kept the pilots from the passengers, he waited but got no response. He knocked again with no response. Finally, he banged on it. Still nothing, and now he was worried. That was the final straw. Reaching into his layers, he pulled out his blaster pistol and pointed it at the keypad that controlled the lock. Pulling the trigger, the keypad exploded, sending a wave of shock and fear throughout every passenger. The door opened, however, and the Zabrak peered inside. What he saw made his eyes widen under his helmet.
The pilot was a droid, which normally wouldn't be so alarming. What was alarming about it, however, were the sparks coming off the frayed and exposed wires that shown from between it's plating. It's head sat on it's shoulders at an awkward angle, and it kept muttering, "Sorry for the disturbance- sorry for the disturbance-". It was obviously long over due for maintenance.
He was about to scream when all hell broke loose. The ship jerked violently, and alarms blared, the lights turning bright red to signal an emergency. Everything began to spin, spiraling down towards something. Looking through the cockpit's view, Yusanis saw they had been over a planet and apparently, now caught in the gravitational pull of said planet. They were picking up speed, and between the alarms and screaming, he was deaf. The Sith attempted to make his way to the pilot seat, but between the spinning and jerking of the ship he might as well be a ragdoll.
He was able to catch a glimpse at a panel near the steering that revealed a diagram of the ship, with the left engine blinking red whereas everything else was blue. Whatever that jerk had been, he guessed, was the engine blowing. Cursing again, he was flung pretty hard against the wall, his grip on the briefcase giving with the impact. At this point in time, he couldn't care less about the artifact. Jumping forward, he grabbed the steering and attempted to right the ship. It took all of his strength, even with the Force aiding him, to get the damn thing righted. They were still going down at terminal speeds, however, the fires of reentry making the temperature of the ship rise quickly.
People were crowding, trying to make for the escape pods that were located through a door in the back, but the keypad there was busted, out of order. Who in their right mind just leaves escape pods out of order?! Before anything more could happen, the right engine exploded, tearing through the wall of the ship, creating a vacuum about the size of three people. Many were sucked out at first, others grabbing whatever they could find to hold on, all screaming for their lives. For what felt like eternity, it was something from nightmares. That is, until, they crashed.
Through adrenaline, the Force, and pure determination Yusanis had kept the ship righted, however, it clipped a rock face and spun at the last second, ripping through the hull of the ship just before they hit the unforgiving earth, making it spin. The collision with the ground caused the back of the ship- escape pods included- to go up in a hellish explosion that sent parts from the seating area into the cockpit. The cockpit practically crumbled with the impact, the glass shattering and systems going black instantly, trapping his legs underneath, as he had pushed the droid out of the pilot seat, and sending his face into the control panel before him. His armor had protected his vitals from the glass, but his body was littered with cuts and bruises.
The Sith was struggling to remain conscious now. Aside from the fires, the sparks, everything was silent...
He sneezed inside his helmet, thankfully it was a small one. If he got sick from this, he was going to be pissed. All his life he's gone from warm planet to warm planet- Tattooine, to others, and finally to Korriban. Going to Hoth was like a slap to the face. Reason he was taking public transport was because, well, the ship that had taken him here had not remained to see if he succeeded. Not only that, but he was poor- so calling for a personal shuttle was out of the question. In the end, it was a heavily armored Sith carrying an armored suitcase, which inside held the Sith Holocron, standing out with a bunch of civilians, who all seemed to be staring at him with either curiosity or fear. Could he blame them, though?
His lightsabers were hidden deep in the folds of his winter gear and robes so that should they pat him down, they'd only feel the clothing. These things had pretty lax security, and he was sure that if he whipped out his lightsaber they'd just back off anyway, but he wasn't in the mood to cause a scene- rather he just wanted this over and done with as painlessly as possible. The ship arrived, a large public transport that was made to carry a large number of people and their baggage. It looked old, worn, but still reliable. Paint was chipped and ice formed over most of the vents- okay, maybe it wasn't completely reliable.
He was able to enter the ship without much trouble- probably the helmet. The Sith did not put the Holocron with the rest of the baggage, instead, he kept it with him. Sitting down in an empty row near the back, he strapped himself in and kept the case on his lap. Even on the heated ship, he was still freezing. He couldn't wait to reach a warmer planet- he swore, if this thing was going to another freezing planet, he would crash it himself!
Someone sat down next to him, but he paid little mind, keeping his head downcast to avoid eye contact. Right now he had little interest in talking to others. The wind began to pick up as the staff went about making sure everything was in order. Not only that, but night was falling on the planet- meaning it would be even colder out than ever. The thought alone was enough to give the Zabrak frostbite. As the checks continued on did he finally feel the wind hit the shuttle hard enough to make it shake a bit.
That concerned him. He raised his head a fraction, listening intently. Everyone else seemed to pay it no mind, but the Sith was not so at peace. The intercom came on, telling everyone that they were taking off in two minutes. Yusanis felt something, like a whispering in the back of his mind- a nagging sensation. Shrugging it off, he lowered his head again, closing his eyes. Perhaps some sleep would help calm his nerves.
That's when the wind really picked up. Their ship had just begun take off, leaving the ground, when the wind hit the hardest. He looked up completely this time, and looked out the nearest window, which was to his left. There was so much snow blowing in the wind that he couldn't see anything but white. The pilot came on over the intercom.
"There is a small snow storm brewing, folks, but not to worry. We'll out of the atmosphere by the time the worst hits. Stay seated and enjoy the flight."
Yusanis rolled his eyes. Small snow storm? This was a full blown blizzard! How it got started so quickly he didn't know, but it was powerful- it actually put him on edge. The shuttle was accelerating, fighting the wind. Yusanis had a bad feeling about-
Something hit them, or they hit something. The shuttle jerked violently to the left, sending a few people who weren't strapped in to the floor. The Sith cursed loudly in Mandalorian as he looked out the window again, and saw lights- probably sparks- through the black and white outside.
"We, uh, appear to have a slight engine malfunction ladies and gentlemen. Nothing to be concerned with, sorry for the disturbance."
The Zabrak was about to face palm, but just decided that if was to die on this ship, then he was going to die. He let the rest of the flight go by without much thought. It was quiet, everyone had calmed down mostly and they broke through the atmosphere with ease. Some still cast him weird glances, but he ignored them. He'd rather be the butt of some joke than let them see what was under his mask any day.
After a few hours, though, something strange began to happen. The engine began to sound strained, and groans were coming from the ship all around them. More than just he felt and heard it, he noticed, but no one was doing anything about it. It continued, and finally he unbuckled himself to stand.
Walking through the aisle, he made his way to the cockpit. Knocking on the durasteel blast door that kept the pilots from the passengers, he waited but got no response. He knocked again with no response. Finally, he banged on it. Still nothing, and now he was worried. That was the final straw. Reaching into his layers, he pulled out his blaster pistol and pointed it at the keypad that controlled the lock. Pulling the trigger, the keypad exploded, sending a wave of shock and fear throughout every passenger. The door opened, however, and the Zabrak peered inside. What he saw made his eyes widen under his helmet.
The pilot was a droid, which normally wouldn't be so alarming. What was alarming about it, however, were the sparks coming off the frayed and exposed wires that shown from between it's plating. It's head sat on it's shoulders at an awkward angle, and it kept muttering, "Sorry for the disturbance- sorry for the disturbance-". It was obviously long over due for maintenance.
He was about to scream when all hell broke loose. The ship jerked violently, and alarms blared, the lights turning bright red to signal an emergency. Everything began to spin, spiraling down towards something. Looking through the cockpit's view, Yusanis saw they had been over a planet and apparently, now caught in the gravitational pull of said planet. They were picking up speed, and between the alarms and screaming, he was deaf. The Sith attempted to make his way to the pilot seat, but between the spinning and jerking of the ship he might as well be a ragdoll.
He was able to catch a glimpse at a panel near the steering that revealed a diagram of the ship, with the left engine blinking red whereas everything else was blue. Whatever that jerk had been, he guessed, was the engine blowing. Cursing again, he was flung pretty hard against the wall, his grip on the briefcase giving with the impact. At this point in time, he couldn't care less about the artifact. Jumping forward, he grabbed the steering and attempted to right the ship. It took all of his strength, even with the Force aiding him, to get the damn thing righted. They were still going down at terminal speeds, however, the fires of reentry making the temperature of the ship rise quickly.
People were crowding, trying to make for the escape pods that were located through a door in the back, but the keypad there was busted, out of order. Who in their right mind just leaves escape pods out of order?! Before anything more could happen, the right engine exploded, tearing through the wall of the ship, creating a vacuum about the size of three people. Many were sucked out at first, others grabbing whatever they could find to hold on, all screaming for their lives. For what felt like eternity, it was something from nightmares. That is, until, they crashed.
Through adrenaline, the Force, and pure determination Yusanis had kept the ship righted, however, it clipped a rock face and spun at the last second, ripping through the hull of the ship just before they hit the unforgiving earth, making it spin. The collision with the ground caused the back of the ship- escape pods included- to go up in a hellish explosion that sent parts from the seating area into the cockpit. The cockpit practically crumbled with the impact, the glass shattering and systems going black instantly, trapping his legs underneath, as he had pushed the droid out of the pilot seat, and sending his face into the control panel before him. His armor had protected his vitals from the glass, but his body was littered with cuts and bruises.
The Sith was struggling to remain conscious now. Aside from the fires, the sparks, everything was silent...
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