Xandyr
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It was the kind of transport ship where passenger comfort had never been on the mind of the design team. Every inch had a particularly industrial feel. There were bare mental bulkheads and the lighting never quite drove the shadows out of the corners.
Still, Xandyr reflected, if it was uncomfortable up front then it was worse in the back where his prisoner was held. The bounty hunter strode down a narrow corridor to a heavy door. It half opened when he pulled the lever down, pausing before sliding the rest of the way. An old, industrial and failing ship.
Xandyr's ship had been grounded. Having caught his bounty he was forced to bring them back on a transport ship.
Xandyr stepped into the small cargo bay. One of several on the freighter. His bounty looked up at him.
His skin was pallid, eyes yellowed. Clear signs of addiction to the dark side of the Force. His hands and feet were bound if heavy, durasteel clamps. A mask completely covered the bottom half of his face.
There was no taking risks when it came to transporting a live sith warrior. He hadn't been easy to catch alive. He would tear this ship apart if he broke free.
"Well you're still alive," Xandyr confirmed. His reply was, as expected, silence.
Xandyr walked away and closed the door behind him. He was just three steps away when the alarms stared blaring.
- First reply thread: open to anyonr
- Could be a passenger on the transport or I could edit the opening post for you to be the villain.
- It's a rip off of Pitch Black. Dangerous prisoner on a ship, they are going to crash on Dxun moon, a world of monsters.
- They have to survive and try and retrieve the prisoner

It was the kind of transport ship where passenger comfort had never been on the mind of the design team. Every inch had a particularly industrial feel. There were bare mental bulkheads and the lighting never quite drove the shadows out of the corners.
Still, Xandyr reflected, if it was uncomfortable up front then it was worse in the back where his prisoner was held. The bounty hunter strode down a narrow corridor to a heavy door. It half opened when he pulled the lever down, pausing before sliding the rest of the way. An old, industrial and failing ship.
Xandyr's ship had been grounded. Having caught his bounty he was forced to bring them back on a transport ship.
Xandyr stepped into the small cargo bay. One of several on the freighter. His bounty looked up at him.
His skin was pallid, eyes yellowed. Clear signs of addiction to the dark side of the Force. His hands and feet were bound if heavy, durasteel clamps. A mask completely covered the bottom half of his face.
There was no taking risks when it came to transporting a live sith warrior. He hadn't been easy to catch alive. He would tear this ship apart if he broke free.
"Well you're still alive," Xandyr confirmed. His reply was, as expected, silence.
Xandyr walked away and closed the door behind him. He was just three steps away when the alarms stared blaring.