Zon Vhem
Character
Zon Vhem's heart races as he frantically pulls levers and presses buttons in the dimly lit cockpit, prepping his battered Dynamic-class freighter for a quick hyperspace jump. The ship shudders and groans as he initiates a blind hyperspace jump, the stars outside streaking into swirling blue streaks of light.
His green skin pales slightly as he realizes he has no idea where he will emerge. A bead of sweat slides down the side of his face as he recognizes the danger he has put himself in. Jumping out of hyperspace at the wrong time could easily spell disaster.
The ship, in its poor condition, was barely holding together. Sparks fly from the control panel, and warning lights blink ominously. Zon clenches his leather-gloved hands, trying to maintain his composure. His leather jacket, battered and worn like his ship, suddenly felt too heavy on his shoulders.
"Kark," he mutters under his breath, his yellow eyes darting around the cockpit. The familiar rush of spice coursing through his veins was the only comfort he had in this moment of chaos. His fingers nervously touching the leather holster on his right side, reassuring himself that his trusty IB-94 Blaster was within reach.
Exiting hyperspace the rickety ship let out a creaky groan as the main power blinks out. Fear momentarily shows in Zon's eyes. Several long moments later the backup power generator flickers to life restoring power to critical systems.
Reacting quickly Zon whips out his datapad and begins running a ship-wide diagnostic on all systems, combing for the culprit of the power outage. The precarious situation inside the ship has blinded him temporarily to the current situation outside of his ship as he focuses on restoring full power.
As Zon begins work on the repairs an alarm starts blaring. Glancing at the alarm he curses loudly to himself again, “DANK FARRIK! Just my luck, pirates!”
His green skin pales slightly as he realizes he has no idea where he will emerge. A bead of sweat slides down the side of his face as he recognizes the danger he has put himself in. Jumping out of hyperspace at the wrong time could easily spell disaster.
The ship, in its poor condition, was barely holding together. Sparks fly from the control panel, and warning lights blink ominously. Zon clenches his leather-gloved hands, trying to maintain his composure. His leather jacket, battered and worn like his ship, suddenly felt too heavy on his shoulders.
"Kark," he mutters under his breath, his yellow eyes darting around the cockpit. The familiar rush of spice coursing through his veins was the only comfort he had in this moment of chaos. His fingers nervously touching the leather holster on his right side, reassuring himself that his trusty IB-94 Blaster was within reach.
Exiting hyperspace the rickety ship let out a creaky groan as the main power blinks out. Fear momentarily shows in Zon's eyes. Several long moments later the backup power generator flickers to life restoring power to critical systems.
Reacting quickly Zon whips out his datapad and begins running a ship-wide diagnostic on all systems, combing for the culprit of the power outage. The precarious situation inside the ship has blinded him temporarily to the current situation outside of his ship as he focuses on restoring full power.
As Zon begins work on the repairs an alarm starts blaring. Glancing at the alarm he curses loudly to himself again, “DANK FARRIK! Just my luck, pirates!”
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