The Flower Girl
Location: Unknown Planet
Tags: Hanaya Enzar
"Impact in two."
"Starboard engines are non responsive, we are flying dead stick. I repeat dea-"
"Shut up and fly this thing damn it!"
Zolasha kept to her harness, the hold of the transport buckling, sirens blaring, and fear ripe within the hearts of the survivors. The Mastedon came hurtling through the sky, control having been lost by it's crew, it's engines badly damaged, and all calls for assistance were unable to be heard. They were going to crash. Hard. Zolasha kept her eyes closed however, focusing on the area around the ship, feeling it nearing it's final approach, impact was imminent. "Brace fo-" The man never finished. Zolasha reached out, pulled with everything she had in her as the force solidified like a barrier around her.
She felt the impact of the ship, felt herself being launched through the air, and striking something hard.
Then, everything went black.
The wreck was easily detected by those who were scanning for it, and the crash site? It was impossible to miss. A streak of wreckage, along with flames and smoke, indicated just where the Sith transport had crashed. Zolasha herself had managed to survive the worst of it, though as she began to come to, she found herself alone, launched several meters away from her transport, and weak from her condition. "Need...to..." She grimaced, pushing up, trying to steady her feet, and began to trudge away from the wreck. She had no idea when the Imperials would be upon her, she just knew she wouldn't die here. She couldn't die here.
Not yet.
Tags: Hanaya Enzar
"Impact in two."
"Starboard engines are non responsive, we are flying dead stick. I repeat dea-"
"Shut up and fly this thing damn it!"
Zolasha kept to her harness, the hold of the transport buckling, sirens blaring, and fear ripe within the hearts of the survivors. The Mastedon came hurtling through the sky, control having been lost by it's crew, it's engines badly damaged, and all calls for assistance were unable to be heard. They were going to crash. Hard. Zolasha kept her eyes closed however, focusing on the area around the ship, feeling it nearing it's final approach, impact was imminent. "Brace fo-" The man never finished. Zolasha reached out, pulled with everything she had in her as the force solidified like a barrier around her.
She felt the impact of the ship, felt herself being launched through the air, and striking something hard.
Then, everything went black.
The wreck was easily detected by those who were scanning for it, and the crash site? It was impossible to miss. A streak of wreckage, along with flames and smoke, indicated just where the Sith transport had crashed. Zolasha herself had managed to survive the worst of it, though as she began to come to, she found herself alone, launched several meters away from her transport, and weak from her condition. "Need...to..." She grimaced, pushing up, trying to steady her feet, and began to trudge away from the wreck. She had no idea when the Imperials would be upon her, she just knew she wouldn't die here. She couldn't die here.
Not yet.