Daniel Silverton
Musician with a Brain
[member="Alexandra Feanor"]
The atmosphere of Alderaan.
Two hours in the past.
"You've met a terrible fate, haven't you, hunter?" In the spiraling of a Corvette, a single sarcastic red-painted C-unit droid was slowly toppling around the thin hallway where it was locked into in the first place. "Shut it, C-5." "Do amuse me before my circuits blow to suspense. Will I die?" A long sigh left a young pilot, she turned one moment to look at the droid through the thin glass-like door with a scowl. "I-" A sudden loud crash erupted in the ship, and without warning, the pilot fell on top of her controls, only succession in falling unconscious and turning on the air conditioning.
Near a river.
Present time.
Slowly a soft Twi-lek's head rose from a pile of dirt which managed to get it's way inside of the ship. She blinked in surprise, then shuddered at the sudden cold that hit her. Looking around slowly, she realized she was still in her buckles of her seat. After fixing herself out of them, she stood up on the now upside-down ship, landing on the roof. To her misfortune, faint sounds of metallic voices echoed in the back. It seemed the C-5 unit was controlling the staff again, trying to make the ship better. It really needed a wipe.
Making her way for the door, she opened it with a small struggle, having to actually used her gloved hands. Her only weapon this time was a knife hidden in her boot. With nothing but her wits and soul, she headed into the wild forests of Alderaan to seek out food - even small prey while her droids worked on re-constructing her ship. Again. The voice of her C-5 echoed in her head. It was supposed to be a medical droid, yet here it was being a captain of sort. Some bolts were loose in that pile of trash...