Sorel Crieff
Ready are you? What know you of ready?
She’d consulted the star charts and galactic databases and was sure the planet was Velmor. She’d always been taught that Force visions were not entirely trustworthy, but by the same token, should be heeded. Something, or someone, was drawing her to the third terrestrial planet in the Velm system. And more specifically, to the Arctic polar region.
She squinted through the viewscreen of her old ship. Mist swirled around and below her. She could not see a landing site. With zero visibility, she was using instruments to pilot the transport. That, and her sure connection to the Force. At only sixteen years of age, she was already an expert pilot.
“The mist will clear in a moment,” she said out loud – as much for her own benefit as anything else. She knew that the craggy peaks of the ice mountains were close. The trick was to find a landing site. And duly she noted that the mist was beginning to thin. Patches of a lighter grey streaked through the clouds. Suddenly, as the craft lowered, the icy peaks appeared, looming out of the clouds, a flash of silver against a sea of grey.
There were no coordinates for her destination, she was following her instincts and the Force. This was it, she was sure, so she searched the crags for a likely landing spot. All he could see around her was the blinding white of ice and snow. But she instinctively knew that the seemingly sheer mountainsides concealed ledges and hidden caves. Sheets of ice made for treacherous possibilities.
At last she spotted a ledge that was protected from the wind. It was clear of snow and she saw only isolated patches of ice. It would be a tight fit, and there was always the danger the craft would slide on the ice straight off the ledge, but she knew she could do it and flipped switches to begin the landing procedures.
With cool nerves and a steady hand, she expertly manoeuvred the ship into the tight space. She set the ship down as gently as if the landing spot were a nest of kroyie eggs. There would be just enough room to activate the hatch and clamber out.