GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
Location: Deep Space | Between Commenor, Mokk IX & Kattada
Onboard: Z-80A Alterra Stealth-Tracking Transport
Allies: [member="Alex Richwood"]
Armour: Kei Raxis' Armour Mark I
Kei looked to his left.Kei looked to his right.
The Stealth-Tracking ship had been provided to him by the smuggler who was joining him. Together, they would locate the Imperial Star Destroyer that Kei called his own. The Flying Dutchman was the final loose string he needed to tie up, the only thing he was missing. The last he had heard from his ship, it was floating in the outer rim, waiting for orders from her captain.
Her captain had then died.
They were tearing through space, tracking the last known signal that the Dutchman had put out. Kei had missed the ship dearly, he was interested to see what had happened to the crew that he called family. He hoped that they had survived but he knew it to be unlikely. He flicked his eyes to the armour stood in the corner of the room, hoping he wouldn't need it.
He looked down at the controls and monitors and displays. Ten minutes, that's all he needed to wait to see his ship. He kicked back, running his hands through his hair. It was a habit he hadn't even intended to pick up, but it was a habit that he was just accepting. He kept his eyes on the outside, kept his eyes on the space shooting past them at lightspeed.
It had been a while since they had departed Corellia, he couldn't remember how long exactly. He remembered roughly that he had enough time to sleep through the flight, but he couldn't remember how long ago that was. He needed to install a clock on the ship, if the smuggler allowed him to keep it. He hoped the smuggler would allow him to keep it, it was extremely useful.
He grinned.
Three...
Two...
One...
The pop.
He gripped the controls quickly. The pop back into realspace was comforting. The degree shooting past them instantly was not comforting at all. The Flying Dutchman floated in front of them, powerless. It had holes torn through the hull, damage scarred upon it. Kei gasped, pressing the alarm button within the cockpit next to him. He blinked again, hoping it was just a dream and nothing else.
What had happened to his ship?