Munin
Character
Anoat
[member="Spark Finn"]
An old VCX-700 Courier dropped out of hyperspace with a sudden abrupt lurch. It didn't fall so much as tumble, reaching back into realspace with a sudden jerk that would make anyone inside half throw up.
Munin knew that because he experienced it.
The heavy weight on his chest pushed abruptly as his ship fell out of hyperspace, his eyes crossing for just a moment and a bit of bile filling his throat. He fought back the urge to puke, his lips thinning as he grabbed the controls a bit more tightly. There was no smile on his face, no expression save for one; panic. He had gotten the signal just a few hours ago, and dread had filled him almost in an instant.
He'd moved as soon as he could, grabbing the nearest ship and running through a dozen different designations that would allow him to travel to what was now First Order space. His fingers had long ago turned to a white knuckle grip on the controls, releasing for only a second so that he could activate and hone in on the locator. His eyes searched the screen frantically, the smallest ping erupting within the field of debris that hung over Anoat.
"I'm coming, honey." Munin said to himself quietly.
The engines of the ancient vessel burned bright, and quickly he flew into the debris field.
The shields held up well enough as he bumped and brushed his way past pieces of a dozen different star destroyers and space stations. His eyes fixed on the screen until he drew closer, bright flood lights activating on the front of the ship as he frantically searched for Spark.
[member="Spark Finn"]
An old VCX-700 Courier dropped out of hyperspace with a sudden abrupt lurch. It didn't fall so much as tumble, reaching back into realspace with a sudden jerk that would make anyone inside half throw up.
Munin knew that because he experienced it.
The heavy weight on his chest pushed abruptly as his ship fell out of hyperspace, his eyes crossing for just a moment and a bit of bile filling his throat. He fought back the urge to puke, his lips thinning as he grabbed the controls a bit more tightly. There was no smile on his face, no expression save for one; panic. He had gotten the signal just a few hours ago, and dread had filled him almost in an instant.
He'd moved as soon as he could, grabbing the nearest ship and running through a dozen different designations that would allow him to travel to what was now First Order space. His fingers had long ago turned to a white knuckle grip on the controls, releasing for only a second so that he could activate and hone in on the locator. His eyes searched the screen frantically, the smallest ping erupting within the field of debris that hung over Anoat.
"I'm coming, honey." Munin said to himself quietly.
The engines of the ancient vessel burned bright, and quickly he flew into the debris field.
The shields held up well enough as he bumped and brushed his way past pieces of a dozen different star destroyers and space stations. His eyes fixed on the screen until he drew closer, bright flood lights activating on the front of the ship as he frantically searched for Spark.