Mara D'Lessio Merrill
The Lesser D'Lessio
UNKNOWN SYSTEM
WILD SPACE
OFF THE CORELLIAN RUN
Starlines became stars, the Scar of Ilum decanted to realspace, and Mara took her shaking hands off the control yoke. She held her fingers straight out and watched them tremble. A Force call had brought her here, or something very much like it, maybe destiny, maybe a summons originating in a mind. Whatever the reason, it linked with her empathic senses in a way that filled her body with adrenaline.
"Take the helm for me," she said. Beside her, Kolatta nodded and flipped the central switch that transferred helm control to the copilot's seat. Kolatta, a Master of the Force in a subtle way, originated from a pretechnological world in this region. As a guide to this territory, she had few equals, but even she had no idea where they were. That was clear enough in how the older woman frowned as she examined the sensor data.
Mara leaned back from the deactivated controls and sucked her teeth, pondering. The data showed a well-settled planet, high-tech indicators, intrasystem traffic. A few ships appeared to be coming in from lightspeed -- maybe local, maybe not. And patrol ships were coming up from orbit toward them and her, though it might be a while before they reached the inbound vessels. So far, nothing looked hostile.
"This is the Scar of Ilum on an open channel. Looks like we're lost. Anyone willing to tell me where I am?"
[member="Amit Nykoan"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Boo Chiyo"]
WILD SPACE
OFF THE CORELLIAN RUN
Starlines became stars, the Scar of Ilum decanted to realspace, and Mara took her shaking hands off the control yoke. She held her fingers straight out and watched them tremble. A Force call had brought her here, or something very much like it, maybe destiny, maybe a summons originating in a mind. Whatever the reason, it linked with her empathic senses in a way that filled her body with adrenaline.
"Take the helm for me," she said. Beside her, Kolatta nodded and flipped the central switch that transferred helm control to the copilot's seat. Kolatta, a Master of the Force in a subtle way, originated from a pretechnological world in this region. As a guide to this territory, she had few equals, but even she had no idea where they were. That was clear enough in how the older woman frowned as she examined the sensor data.
Mara leaned back from the deactivated controls and sucked her teeth, pondering. The data showed a well-settled planet, high-tech indicators, intrasystem traffic. A few ships appeared to be coming in from lightspeed -- maybe local, maybe not. And patrol ships were coming up from orbit toward them and her, though it might be a while before they reached the inbound vessels. So far, nothing looked hostile.
"This is the Scar of Ilum on an open channel. Looks like we're lost. Anyone willing to tell me where I am?"
[member="Amit Nykoan"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Boo Chiyo"]