Hasjo Hallu, Jedi Padawan and advocate of a Jedi Starfighter Corps, had been following [member="Nessarose deWinter"]'s trail as she descended through the atmosphere. He reached over, thumbing a button to activate the deflector shields. There were two joysticks on the craft. The left controlled acceleration and deceleration. The right controlled movements. He pulled back the left joystick and threw forward the right, throwing his Delta-7 through the atmosphere after the crashing vessel. He had been performing a sweep of the system when he detected the aircraft. He had been in the process of setting up a communication link when the vehicle began to rapidly descend. Now he was speeding towards it to catch up. He reached over the dashboard and swiped across the holographic displays, sending out a frequency to Republic personnel on Yavin 4 "This is Padawan Hallu. I've detected a spacecraft on a collision course with the planet, repeat. I've detected a spacecraft on a collision course with the planet. This is a crash landing. Code Three-Eight-Bee. Occupants unknown." He spoke into the earpiece that radio'ed his astromech. "R9, activate sensors for a wide sweep. I don't want any other vessels - unless Republic Authorities - to get near that ship."
R9-LH chimed, whistled and tweeted happily as he obeyed the commands. The hologram display within the cockpit now showed a small radar display. The individuals on the ground were too small to detect, but the other aircraft wasn't. Hasjo was forced to pull up, kilometres away from the vehicles. His eyes danced over the red ship, illuminated on his dashboard and turned his Delta-7 around. "Patch a communication link to that vessel, R9"
R9-LH set off a series of short burst whistles and the link was established. Or so it had been, for no longer than a second and the open channel vanished. "What happened" Hasjo asked, R9 responded with a quick tweet. "What do you mean something disrupted it?" R9 once more chimed. "Magnetic interruption" he repeated the droid words in basic. It was a rare occurrence but every so often it would happen. Right now, at the worst possible convenience. "R9 set a trajectory for that vessel. Keep a distance of 4.5 clicks. I don't want them to see us until they land. When and if they land, organise an approach vector between that vessel and the crash site." The dashboard began to formulate the codes the droid was entering into the system. Displaying the exact speed of the Delta-7 and it's flight course. Hasjo relaxed into his seat, his astromech now controlling the flying. He gazed over the unknown ship, puzzled. He'd never seen anything like it before. When it descended into the jungles, so too did his slim starfighter. The hatch popped with a familiar hiss of escaping oxygen.
Hasjo reached across, unbuckling the X shaped harness across his chest. "R9, activate a scan for lifeforms. You know the standards. I don't want you to pick up insects and animals again like last time." He chided his droid with a slight smile, but still a voice of deadpan seriousness. He glanced over the display, murmuring the words 'odd' as he watched three lifeforms moving towards the crash site, and the recently landed aircrafts pilot moving towards the Jedi temple. He climbed out of his Delta-7 and disrobed the thick, brown woollen robes the Jedi were known to frequently wear. He now stood in a tight fitting brown and tan tunic and trousers. A very small hilt of a lightsaber attached to his belt. "R9, keep the vehicle on standby and maintain an open link on me. I want you ready for anything." R9-LH glanced around with his large, sensory eye, appearing nervous as Hasjo raced off into the jungles after [member="Darth Valor"].
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