Desmond C'artyom
Space Jockey
Desmond stared out over the open waste. He had to pick the correct direction or he'd be royally kharked. The plus side to it was so would the others. The down side was that he would be too. While being lost on a snow covered ice ball for the rest of his life sounded doable, the others might protest. He imagined the rest of them turning on him as he accidentally guided them in the wrong direction. They pulled blasters and the Mandalorian even had a mall to bash his head in with. At least that's how it went in his head. In truth he might be able to talk himself out of it. But, in all likely hood he would get them lost and one of the stormtroopers would lead them in the correct direction. Then he'd be locked in the brig for a very, very long time.
Regardless he had something with him that would make sure this very thing did not happen. In his coat pocket he had an ancient trinket known as a GPS. It tapped into the feed of the local first order satellites and transmitted the data back to his device. He pulled the device from his jacket pocket and eyed it carefully. He made sure no one was able to sneak a peak at this revolutionary tech and then pointed in a specific direction "IT'S THATA WAY!" He shouted as he pointed in a seemingly random direction over the blank white arctic waste land.
[member="Faith Organa"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Draco Vereen"]
Regardless he had something with him that would make sure this very thing did not happen. In his coat pocket he had an ancient trinket known as a GPS. It tapped into the feed of the local first order satellites and transmitted the data back to his device. He pulled the device from his jacket pocket and eyed it carefully. He made sure no one was able to sneak a peak at this revolutionary tech and then pointed in a specific direction "IT'S THATA WAY!" He shouted as he pointed in a seemingly random direction over the blank white arctic waste land.
[member="Faith Organa"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Draco Vereen"]