Rebellious Vanguard
~ A few hours ago... ~
"Stupid piece of junk!!" This was the sound of Ventasia's rage as she zoomed through the skies above Corucsant. It was the first time in years she'd been back to the planet, or Republic space in general. However, not that much had actually changed. Just as she hijacked a fighter to leave Coruscant and Jedi behind, she'd done it again. But this time, it was to return. One would wonder why she'd return after seemingly not being able to get away from the Jedi fast enough. The reasoning was simple; she needed more contacts. All of her current contacts were Protectorate personnel. Her circle needed to expand. Where better to start than in the Republic? It just made sense. Now, she only wished she could find a better way to get around..
Thestolen borrowed fighter hurled through the clouds as she tried to gain some measure of control. Though that was a pretty massive failure. The ship continued to barrel downward, obviously out of control. Ventasia's eyes glanced at the console as she toggled and flipped multiple switches. As she glanced up, her eyes grew wide. She was on a path to have a head on collision with another oncoming vessel. At the last moment, she grabbed at the control stick, rolling the fighter just enough to avoid the collision. Though the vessels did have a glancing blow against each other, which sent sparks flying into the air. A deep exhale came from her lips as she thought she'd avoided adding another notch to the record books. But something was odd. It was suddenly quiet. That was when it hit her. The glancing blow with the oncoming vessel must have somehow taken out her engines
Ventasia shook her head before reaching for the bag she'd stashed underneath the seat. Her eyes stared ahead as she dove towards the landing pad below. This wasn't the first time, and probably wouldn't be the last. "Screw this.." Mere moments before the fighter crashed into the landing pad, she ejected herself from the fighter, leaping through the glass into the air. Almost as soon as she did, the crash resulted in a large explosion that definitely wouldn't go unnoticed. Pack in hand she landed about 10 feet from the wreckage. A simple shake of her head was all she gave before turning from the remains and throwing the pack over her back. Before she could even take a step forward, armed guards stood before her, weapons drawn. Escape wasn't impossible, but what was the point? If she got away all of Coruscant would be after her. She raised her hands into the air and watched as the guards moved in on her, all while she mumbled to herself. "Is this what it's going to be like every time I try to land somewhere supposedly friendly?.."
~Present Time~
Here she sat in a familiar position. Detained by armed security. They been asking her for sometime why she'd come to Coruscant. What was her intent in crashing the fighter? Who she was working with? No words left her lips. Only a look of discontent and irritation. A year ago, she'd have simply shot them, if she allowed things to even get that far. Somehow, over time, she'd changed somewhat. There was no response no matter the question posed to her, only her cold stare. Frustrated, the guards had decided to call the Jedi, and Ventasia over if necessary. Personally, she liked that option better. At least most Jedi had half a brain. Most, anyway.
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"Stupid piece of junk!!" This was the sound of Ventasia's rage as she zoomed through the skies above Corucsant. It was the first time in years she'd been back to the planet, or Republic space in general. However, not that much had actually changed. Just as she hijacked a fighter to leave Coruscant and Jedi behind, she'd done it again. But this time, it was to return. One would wonder why she'd return after seemingly not being able to get away from the Jedi fast enough. The reasoning was simple; she needed more contacts. All of her current contacts were Protectorate personnel. Her circle needed to expand. Where better to start than in the Republic? It just made sense. Now, she only wished she could find a better way to get around..
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Ventasia shook her head before reaching for the bag she'd stashed underneath the seat. Her eyes stared ahead as she dove towards the landing pad below. This wasn't the first time, and probably wouldn't be the last. "Screw this.." Mere moments before the fighter crashed into the landing pad, she ejected herself from the fighter, leaping through the glass into the air. Almost as soon as she did, the crash resulted in a large explosion that definitely wouldn't go unnoticed. Pack in hand she landed about 10 feet from the wreckage. A simple shake of her head was all she gave before turning from the remains and throwing the pack over her back. Before she could even take a step forward, armed guards stood before her, weapons drawn. Escape wasn't impossible, but what was the point? If she got away all of Coruscant would be after her. She raised her hands into the air and watched as the guards moved in on her, all while she mumbled to herself. "Is this what it's going to be like every time I try to land somewhere supposedly friendly?.."
~Present Time~
Here she sat in a familiar position. Detained by armed security. They been asking her for sometime why she'd come to Coruscant. What was her intent in crashing the fighter? Who she was working with? No words left her lips. Only a look of discontent and irritation. A year ago, she'd have simply shot them, if she allowed things to even get that far. Somehow, over time, she'd changed somewhat. There was no response no matter the question posed to her, only her cold stare. Frustrated, the guards had decided to call the Jedi, and Ventasia over if necessary. Personally, she liked that option better. At least most Jedi had half a brain. Most, anyway.
@[member="Matsu Ike"]