No. 1
The Spear III groaned as it cut through the skies above Hoylin, one engine coughing smoke as consoles sparked around him and the ship protesting every kilometer closer to the surface. He kept her steady, for now, gloved hands on the controls and refusing to let the old girl die just yet. She had been through worse, Fett decided, though maybe that was something of a lie to soothe the thoughts this might be her end.
Hoylin was far from a first choice, maybe even somewhere closer to last. A system with any amount of Mandalorian people was somewhere low, low on the list. Those with Clan Fett even lower. Too much troublesome drama, and none that was undeserved given all this particular Fett had done.
Though with the damage done to his ship, he couldn't hope to scrape by to the nearest shadowport. Even then, that presented its own troubles.
The landing was ugly. Metal screamed against durasteel, stabilizers failing, dust blooming across the ridge. When the Spear III finally settled with a thunk, half-dead and listing to one side, Fett sat in the silence of the cockpit for a moment. "Hnh," he groaned. The ramp lowered with sputtering sparks and the door jammed halfway up, forcing Fett to duck underneath.
For all his credits, they wouldn't get him very far here of all places. It was a different kind of currency.
Careena Fett
Hoylin was far from a first choice, maybe even somewhere closer to last. A system with any amount of Mandalorian people was somewhere low, low on the list. Those with Clan Fett even lower. Too much troublesome drama, and none that was undeserved given all this particular Fett had done.
Though with the damage done to his ship, he couldn't hope to scrape by to the nearest shadowport. Even then, that presented its own troubles.
The landing was ugly. Metal screamed against durasteel, stabilizers failing, dust blooming across the ridge. When the Spear III finally settled with a thunk, half-dead and listing to one side, Fett sat in the silence of the cockpit for a moment. "Hnh," he groaned. The ramp lowered with sputtering sparks and the door jammed halfway up, forcing Fett to duck underneath.
For all his credits, they wouldn't get him very far here of all places. It was a different kind of currency.
Careena Fett