Rebellious Vanguard
"Blast it! Why won't this thing work?!" Ventasia slammed her fists into the starfighters console as it barreled through the darkness of space. It was her initial attempt at piloting, well, anything. She had barely even been off world, let alone gotten behind the controls of a fighter. Yet, today she decided it was her perfect opportunity to try. Her big chance to prove to herself that she was capable of doing anything, even when not trained at it.
~2 Hours Ago~
She found her way to the hanger the Jedi used. At the time, she was simply wanting a way to distance herself from the Jedi, to get away from the overbearing righteousness the carried. Even if she was a part of them. The idea hadn't even crossed her mind until she gazed out at the dusk setting in on Coruscant. At that moment, a wild smirk found its way to her face. Why not take a fighter for a joyride? What could possibly happen? After all, nearly every Jedi seemed to pilot one. How hard could it actually be? To her luck, one just happened to not only unsecured, but open as well. With a quickness that would normally only be used in a sticky situation, Ventasia hurried to the vessel, leaping into the cockpit. It was only moments before her fingers prodded at every button in that fell into her gaze. Suddenly, the fighter activated with a deep hum. The lights flickered, computers switched on. Her hands rubbed together as if trying to warm them. "Alright. Lets have some fun!"
However, there was very little fun to be had. Before she knew it, the cockpit closed over her as the fighter rotated, its nose aimed out the open hanger. Ventasia's eyes widened as she searched for any button or switch that even remotely looked like an off switch. But to no avail. Before she could even find such a button, the ship took off like a rocket, propelling itself straight out the hanger and into the air. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she applauded herself lightly. "I knew this couldn't be that hard. Now, lets see.." It took her but only a moment to pull back on the controls, angling the fighter higher into the air as it began to escape the planets atmosphere. Normally, her over confidence would help her out, but this time it would prove to be her undoing. As she raced through the atmosphere, she collided with another incoming fight. The collision was only minor, or so it seemed. Once into Ventasia noticed a flashing light on the screen before her. As examined the small screen, she noticed that one part of the ship was blinking red, the right engine. Of course, that could only mean one thing.
"That looks like the ship. And if that's the ship, then that..must be.. oh sithspit."
~Present Time~
Around, and around she went. Where she would stop, no one knew. Her fists slammed into every button she could catch in her view, but to no avail. The ship with but one engine continued its wild path through the darkness of space. "What do I do? What do I...oh no." Ventasia's issues had suddenly gone from bad to worse. She was no long just barreling through space. The ship was heading directly for a space station. Now, things were simply getting out of hand. She had no piloting experience, an engine that went out on her, and was heading at high speeds for an unknown space station with no way of diverting her path. Somehow, Ventasia wasn't shocked. After all, what did she really expect to happen?
After thinking for a moment, she snapped her fingers, having concocted a simple, but possible plan. "That's a space station. Station's have sensor arrays. They can pick me up on their scans." Ventasia took hold of the controls once more, angling the ship toward what looked to be a hanger door. At this point, one of three things was going to happen. A, she was going to smash into the station and blow up. B, whoever was on that station would pick her up on their sensors, and shoot her down thinking she was an enemy. Or C, they'd open the doors and she could hopefully guide the ship into their hanger. As grim as her odds were, she simply hoped that C was her outcome. "Come on. Open. Open.."
~2 Hours Ago~
She found her way to the hanger the Jedi used. At the time, she was simply wanting a way to distance herself from the Jedi, to get away from the overbearing righteousness the carried. Even if she was a part of them. The idea hadn't even crossed her mind until she gazed out at the dusk setting in on Coruscant. At that moment, a wild smirk found its way to her face. Why not take a fighter for a joyride? What could possibly happen? After all, nearly every Jedi seemed to pilot one. How hard could it actually be? To her luck, one just happened to not only unsecured, but open as well. With a quickness that would normally only be used in a sticky situation, Ventasia hurried to the vessel, leaping into the cockpit. It was only moments before her fingers prodded at every button in that fell into her gaze. Suddenly, the fighter activated with a deep hum. The lights flickered, computers switched on. Her hands rubbed together as if trying to warm them. "Alright. Lets have some fun!"
However, there was very little fun to be had. Before she knew it, the cockpit closed over her as the fighter rotated, its nose aimed out the open hanger. Ventasia's eyes widened as she searched for any button or switch that even remotely looked like an off switch. But to no avail. Before she could even find such a button, the ship took off like a rocket, propelling itself straight out the hanger and into the air. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she applauded herself lightly. "I knew this couldn't be that hard. Now, lets see.." It took her but only a moment to pull back on the controls, angling the fighter higher into the air as it began to escape the planets atmosphere. Normally, her over confidence would help her out, but this time it would prove to be her undoing. As she raced through the atmosphere, she collided with another incoming fight. The collision was only minor, or so it seemed. Once into Ventasia noticed a flashing light on the screen before her. As examined the small screen, she noticed that one part of the ship was blinking red, the right engine. Of course, that could only mean one thing.
"That looks like the ship. And if that's the ship, then that..must be.. oh sithspit."
~Present Time~
Around, and around she went. Where she would stop, no one knew. Her fists slammed into every button she could catch in her view, but to no avail. The ship with but one engine continued its wild path through the darkness of space. "What do I do? What do I...oh no." Ventasia's issues had suddenly gone from bad to worse. She was no long just barreling through space. The ship was heading directly for a space station. Now, things were simply getting out of hand. She had no piloting experience, an engine that went out on her, and was heading at high speeds for an unknown space station with no way of diverting her path. Somehow, Ventasia wasn't shocked. After all, what did she really expect to happen?
After thinking for a moment, she snapped her fingers, having concocted a simple, but possible plan. "That's a space station. Station's have sensor arrays. They can pick me up on their scans." Ventasia took hold of the controls once more, angling the ship toward what looked to be a hanger door. At this point, one of three things was going to happen. A, she was going to smash into the station and blow up. B, whoever was on that station would pick her up on their sensors, and shoot her down thinking she was an enemy. Or C, they'd open the doors and she could hopefully guide the ship into their hanger. As grim as her odds were, she simply hoped that C was her outcome. "Come on. Open. Open.."
