Beowoof
Morality Policeman :)
A standard Corellian model YV-545 freighter sliced through the atmosphere of Naboo, incoming from Malastare on impending arrival to its passengers' destination. The scorched silver hull gleamed in the cheery sunlight of the temperate world's skies, a magnificent sight to behold from the grassy meadows below. It was like a shimmering dove from the heavens reflecting all that was good about the galaxy, stabilization mandibles like asymmetrical avian wings from a far distance.
The girls aboard the vessel were hardly of the saintly variety, however--especially Bronwyn, who sat in the back cockpit seat with arms folded against her chest sullenly. Sure, she could deal with adventure, but flying was not something she particularly felt comfortable about. Sure, there was indeed something a bit magical about lifting off from ground and being one among the clouds. But journeys through space could never end fast enough. The wonderment of seeing the unfiltered heavens was incredible in itself, but Bronwyn did not like the idea that one thing could go wrong, and they would forever be lost to the stars. Drifting through nothing was just too similar to her own spirit. It was chilling to the imagination.
"Finally, this is over," the elder sister mumbled, her scornful gaze eying the familiar territory of her homeworld. Soon she would be on the sweet ground.
Their port-of-call was situated on a shore town, which meant the Lightfire Dreamer would be crossing over the ocean before it arrived at the landing zone. A crystalline ocean, full of glamorous and also massive and dangerous creatures. Bronwyn had never seen any of the fabled mammoth fish of prey herself, but they were down there--somewhere.
Only a few kilometers off the coast, the freighter suddenly lurched, its tail no longer aglow with the fire of thrusters, but smoking. "What was that?" the girl demanded as the ship began to keel and angle towards the waves below. Her breath was understandably quick and unrelaxed.
"Emergency landing!" the pilot shouted over the comms, momentarily ignoring Bronwyn's inquiry. "Booster's out! The heck did they do back at Silver Station?"
But now was no time for chatter. "We're going to die, aren't we?!" She reached forward shook the pilot's shoulder violently, annoyed that he would not answer her directly. "You're going to kill us!"
The man slapped her across the face, throwing her back into her seat. "Shut up, banshee! I'm bringing us in as best I can."
The girl leapt from her seat and plunged out of the cockpit as the floor began to slip out from under her with the falling craft's declining angle. "Zannah!"
[member="Zannah Pehluos-Quel"]
The girls aboard the vessel were hardly of the saintly variety, however--especially Bronwyn, who sat in the back cockpit seat with arms folded against her chest sullenly. Sure, she could deal with adventure, but flying was not something she particularly felt comfortable about. Sure, there was indeed something a bit magical about lifting off from ground and being one among the clouds. But journeys through space could never end fast enough. The wonderment of seeing the unfiltered heavens was incredible in itself, but Bronwyn did not like the idea that one thing could go wrong, and they would forever be lost to the stars. Drifting through nothing was just too similar to her own spirit. It was chilling to the imagination.
"Finally, this is over," the elder sister mumbled, her scornful gaze eying the familiar territory of her homeworld. Soon she would be on the sweet ground.
Their port-of-call was situated on a shore town, which meant the Lightfire Dreamer would be crossing over the ocean before it arrived at the landing zone. A crystalline ocean, full of glamorous and also massive and dangerous creatures. Bronwyn had never seen any of the fabled mammoth fish of prey herself, but they were down there--somewhere.
Only a few kilometers off the coast, the freighter suddenly lurched, its tail no longer aglow with the fire of thrusters, but smoking. "What was that?" the girl demanded as the ship began to keel and angle towards the waves below. Her breath was understandably quick and unrelaxed.
"Emergency landing!" the pilot shouted over the comms, momentarily ignoring Bronwyn's inquiry. "Booster's out! The heck did they do back at Silver Station?"
But now was no time for chatter. "We're going to die, aren't we?!" She reached forward shook the pilot's shoulder violently, annoyed that he would not answer her directly. "You're going to kill us!"
The man slapped her across the face, throwing her back into her seat. "Shut up, banshee! I'm bringing us in as best I can."
The girl leapt from her seat and plunged out of the cockpit as the floor began to slip out from under her with the falling craft's declining angle. "Zannah!"
[member="Zannah Pehluos-Quel"]