Jacen Voidstalker
Failure Is Not Fatal
“What time is it where they are?” Jacen asked. He was so reclined in the chair that he was at risk of breaking the mechanism and tumbling back down into the hold.
“Please refine the question.” The ship had a computer that could handle vocal commands. Jacen wasn’t sure if he was happy about that yet.
“At the landing one what time is it?”
“Please define which system of…”
“Morning, afternoon, evening night will do.”
“Currently late evening.”
That wasn’t ideal. By Jacen’s biological clock it was mid-morning. Wasn’t time to meditate and reset that now. He should have thought of that earlier but his mind had been elsewhere. The world wasn’t far from Coruscant, but for something this important he would have cross the galactic disk. When he had dropped Aela off he had the sense that she had started to rally, but she was still bowed and broken. Even thinking about it now make his stomach sink. It was just such a change from the Aela he knew.
“The stronger they are…”
“Is that a question?”
“No. How long until we leave hyperspace.”
“Zero seconds.”
The cerulean swirls became white streaks, then they collapsed into pinpricks and Borleias loomed before him. Jacen leaned forwards quickly, flicking a switch overhead to activate the gravitational repulsors. She knew he was coming to see how she had been, what he didn’t know what if she even wanted to see him.
“Get me a landing vector and guide please?” Jacen asked. He wasn’t the best pilot and every bit of assistance was welcome.
[member="Aela Talith"]