The Red Mando
Location: The watery planet of Lew'el, a sparsely populated planet in Wild Space at the edge of the Unknown Regions
Aquatic birds filled the air, a placid scene of beautiful calm oceans and bright blue sparsely cloudy skies. A paradise in all it's remoteness, where heroes once came to hone their skills and brighten their lives. A calm that was very rarely broken, and life abounded, flopping tails above the lapping waves. Even the little land that peeked above the water, and ringed by shoals, there was greenery and unmarred nature. High beach trees with giant round nuts which spread by riding the currents of the great ocean. Archipelago islands dotted the surface of the planet, which provided safe haven for whatever few settlers remained. The Lew'elans. Mostly human, with the occasional alien among them. That peace would shatter in a small place, an isolated group of islands where nothing usually happened, when the sound of a thrumming engine crashing through the sky. The ship was clearly in bad shape from the pounding sound of the engine breaking all the silence of the quiet natural world. A cloud of gull-like birds with webbed feet and long beaks exploded from sparse foliage and treelines, filling the sky. They rose higher and higher, until the blacked out the yellow sun in the sky. As the ship came into view (if anyone was there at all to see it) those birds pelted it with their bodies, leaving bloody exploded feathers and bodies against it's hull. The ship spun and banked in the air as it came down like a meteorite, but the anti-gravity struggled enough to avoid heating up the ship as it broke the atmosphere.
A lone woman, armored in Beskar fought the controls inside, smashing buttons and flipping switches. Shoved a lever until it crunched into place while alarms blared around her. Through her helmet, a broken stream of swear words and desperate grunts and howls emitted from the vocal emitter.
<bzztzt> "Fragging mother-fragger, what the frag-- why why why!!?" <bzztzt--crackle.. hissss... buzzzz> as she fought to correct course through a sky that hadn't been there a second earlier, a stroke of purely bad luck.
Shield indicators flashed on and off, as each went on and offline randomly. A Gonk droid that had been locked stable slid back and forth on the smooth cargo bed behind the cockpit, letting out a panicked "GONK GONK" when it slammed against a bare wall, only to slide freely and bank off another. The pilot, a young woman in a scarred and red painted suit of Mandalorian Beskar switched from Galactic Common to Mando'a at a whim
Her panicked voice cut through the coms; <bbztz> "Mayday! Mayday! Gaa'tayl! Gaa'tayl! Mando'a jur'sen kadiilir keb'iitra-- My ship has breached the atmosphere, send hel--" <bbzzbz...crackle...hiss>
This time the plea was interrupted by the ship striking the beach of a small island, hurtling sand and dirt and rock into the air. The woman inside tumbled over the controls and into the bulkhead window, which remarkably strong, didn't even crack when the fully armored pilot crashed into it with her full body, and knocked her completely unconscious. Her mind could only comprehend pain before it immediately went black. The ship, a heavily armored cargo ship, was visibly undamaged but the cockpit alarms told another story, and wailed away unheard from the outside. Completely undefended, helpless, and flailing.
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