Private Portrait of a Goddess [Solo]

[Ishani Dinn]

The first time she visited Zaathru, she was with Arcturus and the twins aboard Beholder. She hadn't realized it at the time, but the spherecraft's stealth systems were the only thing standing between them and almost certain death.

One moment she was sitting in the pilot's chair of her battered old starship, the Vixen. In the next, her vessel was suddenly ripped in half by a mysterious hidden weapon. Alarms blared, screens flashed red, and the interior of the cabin began to heat up as she fell toward the planet, the ship burning up in the atmosphere like a shooting star...

 

[Ishani Dinn]

When she came to, the cabin was full of smoke. She scrambled to her feet, though pain shot up her right leg as soon as she put weight on it, and limped to the emergency hatch, coughing all the while.

Staggering outside, she found that it was nighttime in this part of the world. Darkness was all around her, and what felt like grains of sand shifted beneath her feet. But the air was clean and breathable, if a little chilly.

She sat in the dirt, catching her breath. The wreckage of Vixen smoldered, bits of isinglass sparkling like diamonds in the pale moonlight. Moonlight... She looked up, seeing twin moons against a backdrop of twinkling stars. Far from home, with no ship to take her back...

The pain in her leg needled her. A quick examination revealed the bone was broken. Something had to be done about that. Closing her eyes and gritting her teeth, she drew upon the Force. Energies flowed into her shattered limb. She cried out once from agony as the bone mended with unnatural speed, but otherwise she was silent. Drifting...