quite a show
Being cooped up with a handful of others aboard the On The Mauve was proving to have some teething problems, on account of being a solo show for so long. Less of a thing about trust and more to do with a shared space. There was only so many times he could trip over that hound or bump into Morrow, or Damien, or Davik, or Talin before he was on the verge of tearing his hair from his scalp and scream murder. Hunted people looked out for one another, some honour in that Rin could hardly fault, but there was no real price on his head. Suppose Rin never felt the same pressures.
He took a job that gave him some breathing room. On a borrowed ship, Rin set out to the galactic north in that corridor between the Black Sun and Mandalorian space. Rin gave out a nice, long sigh, tucking clasped hands behind his head and crossed ankles over the dash. For once, there was quiet. Only the hum of the ship. If only it could last forever. Naturally, it could not. It was as if the powers that be themselves had decided to intervene, as a slew of signatures blinked to life across the scanners. At a glance, Rin knew: pirates.
Flying the flag of the Black Sun was only worth as much as the fear it instilled in others, and not all the crime syndicates had been so fond of the promise of an eternal eclipse.
Rin took off, racing into the nearest system. It didn't even register on the nav computer, but scanners told him it was a sea of cyclones and electrical superstorms. Diving into the nebula, their attempt at hailing him cut off, only to be replaced by cannon fire. A loud thoom cracked over the hull and the ship flashed red with warning, sending it into a plummet. He pulled up on the stick, prying with all his might, and the ship crashed and skid across the grassy ground, upturning the earth beneath it. Glancing out the viewport, a ship with the markings of a Hutt Kajidic erupted into a fireball, with the two others nowhere to be seen.
Taking in the mess from the outside, Rin could not help but at least miss R4. Or Morrow, or Damien, or Davik, or Talin.
He took a job that gave him some breathing room. On a borrowed ship, Rin set out to the galactic north in that corridor between the Black Sun and Mandalorian space. Rin gave out a nice, long sigh, tucking clasped hands behind his head and crossed ankles over the dash. For once, there was quiet. Only the hum of the ship. If only it could last forever. Naturally, it could not. It was as if the powers that be themselves had decided to intervene, as a slew of signatures blinked to life across the scanners. At a glance, Rin knew: pirates.
Flying the flag of the Black Sun was only worth as much as the fear it instilled in others, and not all the crime syndicates had been so fond of the promise of an eternal eclipse.
Rin took off, racing into the nearest system. It didn't even register on the nav computer, but scanners told him it was a sea of cyclones and electrical superstorms. Diving into the nebula, their attempt at hailing him cut off, only to be replaced by cannon fire. A loud thoom cracked over the hull and the ship flashed red with warning, sending it into a plummet. He pulled up on the stick, prying with all his might, and the ship crashed and skid across the grassy ground, upturning the earth beneath it. Glancing out the viewport, a ship with the markings of a Hutt Kajidic erupted into a fireball, with the two others nowhere to be seen.
Taking in the mess from the outside, Rin could not help but at least miss R4. Or Morrow, or Damien, or Davik, or Talin.