Sasori Arashi
Sasori the Homicidal Maniac, Worshipper of Khorne
Location: The Maw
Time: It's relative, circa 1.5 BBY
Horizon (Jon and Vangelis)
The sounds of battle had subsided, fading away as the Imperial prisoner transport barge Peacekeeper floated aimlessly into the blackness of space. She was leaking atmosphere in several places; much of the crew was already choking to death, unable to respond to the sudden vacuum. She was drifting sorely off course from her destination, the penal colony of Kessel, what was pronounced as Sasori Arashi's final home, along with so many others interned on the now derelict ship.
The cell blocks remained pressurised, although power failures resulted in two thirds of the cells energy feilds being taken offline. Incidentally, it would seem those cells were of the ship's general population. The result was an instant riot. Prisoners pitted themselves against stormtroopers and corrections officers in a bloody struggle for power while those who were confined in the solitary cells a deck below remained locked up tight. Sasori, a female Echani serving two life sentences plus thirty years, sat in shackles, listening to the muffled sounds of combat. There was nothing else to do but hope the ship's life support hadn't gone with the power to the cells above.
The ship lurched subtly as the fighting wound down above. On board, time would appear to march on as normal. Outside, temporal distortions would have their way with the passage of time as the Peacekeeper began its orbit around the endless abyss of a stellar-mass black hole. The Battle of General Population had managed to come down to two men, a Human lifer with nothing left to lose and a stormtrooper who no longer cared about less-than-lethal force. From an outside perspective, two blaster bolts from a pair of E-11s had just begun their journey from the barrels of their progenitor weapons, the deadly crimson rays directed at each other's wielders. Inside, the two were destined to die by each other's hands.
The ship was caught in the ergosphere of the black hole. It would take several centuries before it could cross the event horizon. Sasori, in her windowless cell, was frozen in time, caught in the singularity's temporal distortions. Time was indeed relative. Sasori could feel the tidal disturbances and... something else. She couldn't put her finger on it, but somehow, she felt a wave of dread washing over her as she ship spiraled slowly toward oblivion.
Fast forward to the present day, the Peacekeeper still orbited the black hole, nearer and nearer to the event horizon. Any sighting of the ship would begin to redshift as gravitation began stretching the light reflected off of the hull into longer wavelengths. From a distance, amidst the gravitic lensing and other relativistic effects of the singularity, the ship would otherwise appear frozen in time, not yet lost to reality. It was a risky, but attainable goal for one after salvage, perhaps.
Time: It's relative, circa 1.5 BBY
Horizon (Jon and Vangelis)
The sounds of battle had subsided, fading away as the Imperial prisoner transport barge Peacekeeper floated aimlessly into the blackness of space. She was leaking atmosphere in several places; much of the crew was already choking to death, unable to respond to the sudden vacuum. She was drifting sorely off course from her destination, the penal colony of Kessel, what was pronounced as Sasori Arashi's final home, along with so many others interned on the now derelict ship.
The cell blocks remained pressurised, although power failures resulted in two thirds of the cells energy feilds being taken offline. Incidentally, it would seem those cells were of the ship's general population. The result was an instant riot. Prisoners pitted themselves against stormtroopers and corrections officers in a bloody struggle for power while those who were confined in the solitary cells a deck below remained locked up tight. Sasori, a female Echani serving two life sentences plus thirty years, sat in shackles, listening to the muffled sounds of combat. There was nothing else to do but hope the ship's life support hadn't gone with the power to the cells above.
The ship lurched subtly as the fighting wound down above. On board, time would appear to march on as normal. Outside, temporal distortions would have their way with the passage of time as the Peacekeeper began its orbit around the endless abyss of a stellar-mass black hole. The Battle of General Population had managed to come down to two men, a Human lifer with nothing left to lose and a stormtrooper who no longer cared about less-than-lethal force. From an outside perspective, two blaster bolts from a pair of E-11s had just begun their journey from the barrels of their progenitor weapons, the deadly crimson rays directed at each other's wielders. Inside, the two were destined to die by each other's hands.
The ship was caught in the ergosphere of the black hole. It would take several centuries before it could cross the event horizon. Sasori, in her windowless cell, was frozen in time, caught in the singularity's temporal distortions. Time was indeed relative. Sasori could feel the tidal disturbances and... something else. She couldn't put her finger on it, but somehow, she felt a wave of dread washing over her as she ship spiraled slowly toward oblivion.
Fast forward to the present day, the Peacekeeper still orbited the black hole, nearer and nearer to the event horizon. Any sighting of the ship would begin to redshift as gravitation began stretching the light reflected off of the hull into longer wavelengths. From a distance, amidst the gravitic lensing and other relativistic effects of the singularity, the ship would otherwise appear frozen in time, not yet lost to reality. It was a risky, but attainable goal for one after salvage, perhaps.