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Ever since Finnea decided to remotely launch the self-destruction systems onboard one of the war ships belonging
to the Siths she had currently been working for back then, she'd been on constant look out for any Siths. She was a
target for sure, having destroyed nearly an entire carrier and several other ships were taken down at the same time.
It had cost them a lot and probably a part of the reason why they failed.
She had luckily found sanctuary within the CIS and not only that, but a new position as well. As a Petty Officer she
didn't feel overwhelmed with responsibilities but at the same time she had some saying. And within her field of
engineering, she was very good. But on this particular day, they had taken a landing on one of the very few cleared
spots at Rodia to do some minor repairs and check-ups when one of the screens within her helmet flashed with a
distress signal coming in right before she spotted another ship going down a bit further in. Finnea stood there with
two other officers for a moment, looking between themselves, deciding what to do or rather; who should act.
"FINE. I'll check..I'll send for you if I need someone to pick up scrap-metal, if it hasn't sunk too far down the
swamp already." she huffed in annoyance as she picked up one of the backpacks filled with tools for repairs
and started to walk. She wasn't a fan of the bikes onboard, but she soon regretted her decision. It was so
hard to get through the thick forest and crossing swamps in this hot, humid climate that by the time she
reached the crash-site, it had already been well over an hour and she had emptied her last bottle of water.
Drenched in sweat, she made her way up to the ship, carefully investigating it from the outside while, removing
her helmet because it was just too hot to me wearing it. "Hello? Anybody alive?" she started, frowning at herself
for her own approach.
to the Siths she had currently been working for back then, she'd been on constant look out for any Siths. She was a
target for sure, having destroyed nearly an entire carrier and several other ships were taken down at the same time.
It had cost them a lot and probably a part of the reason why they failed.
She had luckily found sanctuary within the CIS and not only that, but a new position as well. As a Petty Officer she
didn't feel overwhelmed with responsibilities but at the same time she had some saying. And within her field of
engineering, she was very good. But on this particular day, they had taken a landing on one of the very few cleared
spots at Rodia to do some minor repairs and check-ups when one of the screens within her helmet flashed with a
distress signal coming in right before she spotted another ship going down a bit further in. Finnea stood there with
two other officers for a moment, looking between themselves, deciding what to do or rather; who should act.
"FINE. I'll check..I'll send for you if I need someone to pick up scrap-metal, if it hasn't sunk too far down the
swamp already." she huffed in annoyance as she picked up one of the backpacks filled with tools for repairs
and started to walk. She wasn't a fan of the bikes onboard, but she soon regretted her decision. It was so
hard to get through the thick forest and crossing swamps in this hot, humid climate that by the time she
reached the crash-site, it had already been well over an hour and she had emptied her last bottle of water.
Drenched in sweat, she made her way up to the ship, carefully investigating it from the outside while, removing
her helmet because it was just too hot to me wearing it. "Hello? Anybody alive?" she started, frowning at herself
for her own approach.