Two Weeks

[Aela Talith]

Imdaar System
Imdaar-Southern Hemisphere

"Aela, we've been here for two weeks now and we've found kark all."

The words were met with the raising of an eyebrow by the young Jedi Marshall. "Kark all? We found the ship, didn't we?"

"Yeah, we did, but since we've found it absolutely nothing has happened except for rain. Sure, we thought this thing was just a myth, and sure you proved us wrong, but we haven't exactly found anything to substantiate everything else you've said about this thing. The databanks have been wiped clean, the engines are a mess, and all the other systems on this thing are barely working. Force knows how this thing survived so long without sinking completely into the swamp."

A loud sigh escaped from her lips at that.

Arn, the Chiss that had proven himself some weeks back and had been promoted to Jedi Knight was the one arguing against the Jedi Marshall. He was right in a way, and Aela knew that, but she was too stubborn to admit it.
The ship that the stoic man referred to was the crashed Republic Cruiser Luminous. The ship had been created for diplomatic missions back during the Old Republic, before the Clone Wars had struck. The vessel had seen operations for nearly a century, serving throughout the Clone Wars and even into the Empire. According to legend it ended up serving in the Rebel Alliance, where it was subsequently lost carrying a mysterious cargo. The ship had of course crash landed here on Imdaar. Aela and her team had managed to track the ship down through some painstaking measure and had eventually found it here.

Through some amount of difficulty and work they had unearthed the ship, cleaned it up and began to search through it.

That search had gone on for nearly two weeks now, and although they had made themselves comfortable within the vessel, even setting up some cots in the old storage hangars, it was clear that the cargo wasn't here. Aela of course insisted that they could find a lead, somewhere on the ship, Arn and the others disagreed. "Okay. One more week, that's all I ask. Give me one more week and then we're gone."

Arn stared at her, then nodded, his lips thinning as he turned away and wandered off the bridge.

 

[Allyson Locke]

A pair of hazel eyes looked up from over the pamphlet she was reading and stared at the two Jedi talking about the situation they were in - or well the situation a certain Jedi Marshal had put them in. Of course whatever happened didn’t really concern Allyson for the most part. She was getting paid and she got to mess around with a ship - a ship that didn’t want to agree with anything she did. Flipping back through the pages of the pamphlet trying to see if the ship’s engine was anything similar to something she had seen in school or with her own personal experience.

Eyes looked up again as she examined the eldest Talith’s features. She could see where Kaili was related to the girl, beyond the pair or vibrate orange orbs that seemed to be a trait, from how Kaili explained it for all of them. Seeing as Allyson only knew of Kaili’s older sister, she jumped all over the mission when it was posted for the most part. She wondered if the youngest Talith girl would have objected to this, mostly because no one really knew about her and the Corellian. Thinking about that, somewhat frustrated the brunette as she let her attention fall back onto the words on the paper.

They had been together for a few months now and if Allyson had parents, she would have already brought Kaili home to meet them. Why was she so secretive about their relationship? Allyson was only allowed within the shop and the apartment, but beyond the stories she had gotten about the parents and the other siblings, Kaili had kept Allyson in the dark.

Sinking deeper into her seat she let her frown lengthen as she continued to think and wonder if Kaili was embarrassed of her. From her manners and the stories, it made sense to Allyson that Kaili came from privilege. Allyson herself, came from modest people - living in an apartment that was too small for their family and two parents that they rarely saw because of their occupations. Was Allyson too poor? Was Kaili that shallow? The spiral of thoughts continued to storm as Allyson felt her brow crease and she almost slipped out of the chair she was sitting in.

Doing her best to catch her balance, she knocked over the two data pads she had with her that held schematics for the ship they were on. It was her job to make sure they didn’t sink and the data on the pads were vital to that job. Screens hit one another and a large crack shot down the center of the second data pad as it slid under another chair. Hoping to the Force, that no one heard she worked her way towards the lost datapad and began to gather it and the small slivers of glass that had popped off. It was a good thing there were extras in the makeshift workshop. Looking up at the Jedi Marshal Talith, Allyson gave a sheepish and guilty smile, “Sorry.” [member="Aela Talith"]

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Allyson Locke"]​

Stress was getting to her, the idea that what she was looking for wasn't here. It wasn't often that Aela felt like this, that the idea of failure crept up on her. For some odd reason it made her feel more vulnerable then when she had a blaster pointed at her head. She realized the oddity of that, but she supposed it was part of her training. For a moment she frowned, lost in thought. Then a clatter of datapads made her half jump, fingers reaching for a lightsaber that wasn't there. She rounded on the noise, her eyes bulging slightly as she noticed a young woman there.

In truth, Aela hadn't really been paying much attention to anyone but Arn, and the other members of their rather small crew tended to blend into the ship somehow far better than she ever could.

The Marshall supposed that was because most of them were trained to actually be on the bloody things, and unlike herself they actually felt comfortable in them. Aela had never liked starships, even when they were on the ground. It was a result of the curse that followed her family around, the fact that whenever she flew a ship they ended up crashing. It helped that The Luminous was permanently grounded, but she was never her full self when inside the hull of a starship.

"It's alright." Aela said finally after the girls apology passed her lips.

"We're all a bit stressed right now." She most of all unfortunately. "We have extras, I think."

Once she perhaps would have been a tad harsher, a bit more judgmental, but since her escapade with Jacen and Adder in the Shadow Syndicate she hand found herself to be far more personable. Jacen had even remarked that she had told a joke once, though she was pretty sure that had been sarcasm on his part. Either way, Aela tried not to let things get to her so easily anymore, especially the small things.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Allyson shook the broken datapad a few times and the light flickered on, but soon died out. Sighing softly she would have to use mechu-deru or something to extract the data that she had changed on it to one of the extras that Aela had mentioned. Looking from the datapad she glanced back towards the Talith woman. The stories didn’t do her justice, though the only part of Aela Talith that she knew was the one that Kaili explained to her and that girl was the one that locked herself in her room to read or something along those lines. Those conversations were a bit fuzzy, mostly because Allyson was briefly knocked out only moments afterwards.

Clutching the pads tightly to her chest, she nodded agreeing about the stress. Though Allyson’s stress was nothing compared to that of the Jedi Marshel’s. The woman was fighting her own war and needed the support of the Alliance and the Republic, but with where and how the republic is functioning, it only made things difficult. To have one of the galaxy’s largest power houses struggling with power or whatever they were dealing with, meant work was now put heaviliy on the other powers of the galaxy that was there to support the front lines for the most part.

She wasn’t apart of it, her job right now was to focus on the ship they were using as a base of operations and keep it useable. “Thanks, I’ll have to fetch them from storage or where ever they were inventoried.” Allyson gathered her things and started to another part of the ship and paused. Her mind worked over the documents that were known for this mission, but it seemed to not fully allow her to recall what she had read. Raising an index finger she clearned her throat and spoke to [member="Aela Talith"]. “What exactly are we looking for? I mean I haven’t been out there looking, my job is to make sure you and the rest of the crew don’t sink.”


[member="Aela Talith"]

Holding out the datapad that wasn’t broken, “According to the math, I don’t see us lasting much longer, Jedi Talith.”

 

[Nia Siroc]

It had been two weeks now that Nia had been on the swamp planet of Imdaar. In her constant desire to be away from the claustrophobic base on Sullust, she'd practically jumped at this chance. It gave her a chance to be in the open air, and besides, it wasn't cold either. Except that it was humid to the point of steam rising off of the murky waters.

Then there was the smell of rotting vegetation and the sulfurous bubbles that would belch up from the pools of standing water. The rains did nothing to wash away the smells either. In fact, it seemed to trap them into a fetid stew of stench. At first it had made the young woman queasy but now it just made her wrinkle her nose when a sulfur bubble popped.

There'd been a lot of downtime between searching for the downed cargo and not much success. It had bred a lot of stress among the senior Jedi and it made Nia uncomfortable. So she'd been spending a lot of time working the velocities she'd been taught with her yellow-bladed training weapon. It was a distraction because it was something she could fully apply her mind to.

She was far from a master swordsman but she liked the quiet calm it made her feel. Besides, her instructors had told her she'd been improving. Nia could deflect virtually every stun bolt fired at her where as before, she'd been subject to many painful stings. Now the neophyte barely had to even think about it anymore.

As she shut her saber down, the hum was gone and replaced by myriad sounds of life within this swamp world. There were also tense voices coming from deeper within their temporary base camp. She grimaced while she replaced the hilt of her belt. The wave of frustration and tension hit her through the Force.

[member="Allyson Locke"]
[member="Aela Talith"]

 

[Liliane]

Lilin could feel the burden of stress and lack of hope falling tighter onto the whole team. The air was filled with an aura of humidity and exhaustion, making it slightly difficult to breath. However, she'd been in harsher environments, making this one somehow bearable. However, she would have preferred if they hadn't been there for two weeks already. And judging by the speech of the Jedi Marshall, she could tell they would be staying there for one more.

There was not a lot of use for her anywhere else than in searching for the mysterious cargo, but by so far, neither she nor anybody else had found anything. And the thought of such a failure made her think of herself as a failure. However, it was nothing like the emotions the Talith may have felt inside.

She was in a seated position on the ground, metres away from Aela, Arn and the Allyson girl. Although her actions and facial expressions may have given her a look of a bored soul, she did listen to the conversations people had around her. Her right hand held a small stress ball, which she occasionally squeezed lightly. It was one of the few activities she had the energy to do at that moment.

Most of the team seemed to have lost enthusiasm, Lilin included. She finally understood everything other Galactic Alliance folks did wasn't for her and she had to learn to say 'no'.

However, she liked to comfort herself with the thought that they would eventually find something.

[ [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Nia Siroc"] ]​

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Nia Siroc"] | [member="Allyson Locke"]​

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"This ship is old." Aela began to explain, shifting slightly so that she could take a seat in what had once been the captains chair of the small corvette. "It was used by the Old republic, during the Clone Wars and then later by the Rebel Alliance after. This thing has seen wars, battles, rescue missions, pretty much everything that you could think of. For a while the ship became a legend, it was captained by a man named Nowell. He was from Anaxes."

The story was one that Aela had first learned at the Arceneau Cultural Archives when researching something entirely unrelated, by now she had memorized it. "Nowell was well known before the end of the Clone Wars, he lead several successful strikes against The Confederacy of Independent Systems. A few times he beat the odds, taking on a fleet twice the size of his own and managing to make it out with minimal losses. He was one of the forgotten heroes of the Clone Wars, relegated to the sidelines because his politics didn't align with the standings of the Old Empire that rose after the Clone Wars."

"So Nowell joined the Rebel Alliance." Aela recounted. "Unfortunately the Rebels didn't have much in the way of ships back then, so he got The Luminous. What he did with this ship was amazing though, he broke trade blockades, took down Imperial Convoys, even managed to take on a Star Destroyer."

She smiled at the idea of something like that. She had often romanticized the idea of fleet combat, something that she was wholly uncomfortable with but wished that she could take part in. She had always been good at Strategy, Dejarik came naturally to her, but fleets? Well it simply wasn't in her cards. "He did these things through a secret route of hyperlanes. Hyperlanes that were lost when The Luminous crash landed on this planet."

Aela let out a sight.

"That's why we're here. The Cargo was a databank of those hyperlanes." The young Marshall looked at Allyson. "I was hoping it was in the computers of the ship, I was hoping to find something, but so far no luck."

 

[Nia Siroc]

It was a little while later that saw Nia leaning against their ship, mopping the sweat off of her brow. Though she was in a sleeveless shirt with her robes and tunic stowed back in the ship, she continued to sweat. Sighing, she took a slug of lukewarm water from her canteen. Her thoughts drifted as she looked into the trees, wondering when they'd next go off to look for the downed Republic ship.

The pools of stagnant water made her think about her family. Of course, the brackish water was about as as different from the azure salt waters surrounding her village. There were still pangs of homesickness and of guilt. Guilt at believing she'd abandoned them though the Jedi had explained that she had not.

As a Jedi, Nia would be helping them and many others like them, so they told her. It made her feel a sense of excitement and encouragement. She decided to slide and sit on the dry ground, crossing her legs. The young woman decided to work on her meditation exercises as she waited. At least it would be a good use of her time.

[member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
[member="Allyson Locke"]
[member="Aela Talith"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Allyson listened intently to the dilemma and what exactly the Marshall had wanted to find while she was on the ship. Pondering, Allyson knew she could probably get into the nitty gritty of the ship through mechu deru. She had been practicing a lot more while she stayed with Kaili on Borleias. The computers on the ship were a bit rough around the edges mostly because they were pretty ancient. Pulling the data pad back towards her she shut down the blueprints and shoved the datapad into the over the shoulder pack she was wearing. Before she could do anything she needed to extract the data from her broken pad and put it into a new one.

Her lips pressed together as she pondered bringing up the idea of her being able to get into the computers. Understanding Aela’s position within the Alliance meant she probably already had a specialist try and get into it. Though it didn’t hurt to just mention it. Putting her finger up, mostly to try and get the Marshall’s attention if she had turned away. “I’m able to use Mechu Deru or like Technomancy…” Remembering what Kaili called it, “My master calls it that guess it makes it sound cooler - ANYWAYS...I can try and get into the ship's deep inner workings and see if there’s anything pertaining to the cargo - if you want.”

Shrugging she continued, “Of course I’m fine with just going back to the engine room and keeping this girl a float, up to you Boss.”

[member="Nia Siroc"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Nia Siroc"] | [member="Allyson Locke"]​

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"I know what it is." Aela said simply. "My father is a master of the technique, and my Sister knows it as well."

It was something that Aela had never really exhibited any talent in, interacting with machines. She had always folded more towards the ways of her grandmother, the wilds. It was funny, looking back how all of the Talith children had been divided in their abilities. Aela thought for a moment, then nodded. "See what you can do."

It wasn't like it could hurt. The worst that Allyson could do was wipe the drives of the ship, and quite honestly that wouldn't even be all that bad. The vessels datadrives were all but empty from what Arn could tell, and she wasn't about to argue with the Chiss. With a shrug of her shoulders Aela turned away from Allyson and towards the windows of the bridge. The rain outside was picking up, the storm that had already lasted three days seemingly having no sign of dissipating. The thought put her on edge, if only because it meant that even if they found something they likely couldn't leave until the storm cleared and they could return to their ship several miles from the crash Luminous.

"Anything you find will be useful." Aela continued on.

Even the history of the ship would be helpful, finding out what happened to the vessels crew. Perhaps they had taken the data after the crash. It would be another clue to follow, but at least it would be a lead.

 

[Nia Siroc]

The surrounding swamp pulsated with life in the Force, Nia had noticed. It was both Light and Dark and it was as wild as the creatures of this world. Beyond human notions of good and evil, the Living Force simply was. As she drew in breath through her nostrils, it seemed she inhaled that living energy.

Months ago, she'd had a much harder time simply relaxing enough to meditate. Nia's mind seemed to constantly be full of unwelcome thoughts that were all the louder when she tried to shut them out. With much practice and the guidance of her teachers, she'd learned to simply let the thoughts pass. It was remarkably like swimming against the current when the young woman thought about the method. The harder you fought, the harder it was to actually do.

Her eyes were closed as she meditated in the shade of the ship. That hardly mattered; she could feel with the Force. There was an awareness in this state that transcended mundane senses. It was truly amazing and filled her with a tremendous sense of happiness.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Allyson nodded as Aela explained her understanding of what she was talking about. Of course Allyson figured Aela would know what was going on especially since the master that was mentioned was in fact [member="Kaili Talith"]. Though, it would seem that all of Allyson’s thoughts about being some secret to the rest of Kaili’s family was true. It caused her to sigh at an odd time which was out of place for the situation they were in. Wandering over towards the main terminal Allyson placed both of the data pads near it and mumbled something along the lines of oh your sister knows a whole lot more than just Technomancy… Allyson tried to make sure what she said about the Marshall’s youngest sister very quiet. If Kaili didn’t want her family finding out then it wasn’t Allyson’s place.

The datapad that was functioning was grasped as Allyson felt around her vest searching for the most important cable she owned. After a few minutes of running her hands up and down her vest and even in her pants pocket, she found the cable. Looking at the terminal she didn’t recognize anything about it - which meant it was more ancient than she could have expected. Frowning, it was time to actually talk to it and use what Kaili had taught her or well honed for the most part. Delicate fingers ran along the buttons of the old stale keyboard and with the communication between the girl and the machine - she pressed a few buttons and the screen flickered on and off.

“Oh so that’s your issue tis fine.” Plugging the cord into the datapad, she ran her hand blindly underneath the panel. A few more presses with her index finger and a panel dropped revealing a few plugs and ports. Smiling happily, she plugged in the other end of the cord to the terminal and the datapad flickered like the screen had done so previously.

Running her fingertips on the back of the datapad she was able to help guide the system and force the datapad to function how she wanted it to. The machine’s data began to download into the small hard drive on the pad. Setting it down she looked towards Aela. “Don’t know what I can find, but the important thing is - I’ve been able to pull whatever information was buried into the memory. From there I should be able to decrypt it. If not I could always send the data to my Master - if that’s alright with you.”

Allyson wasn’t too sure if them being here was some sort of classified information, or if it was just a search for knowledge. Either way, if the topic arises and Aela questions the name and nature of this so called Master - Allyson figured the Marshall’s younger sibling wouldn’t be denied the information on the datapad.

...So she hoped.​

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[member="Aela Talith"]​

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Nia Siroc"]​

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"Don't send it out." Aela said with a bit of authority to her tone.

It wasn't that she didn't trust whoever Allyson's Master was, though that bore some questions in it of itself, it was instead the situation. First and foremost it was unlikely that they would even be able to get a signal through the storm, second, she was worried about tipping off anyone else who had come searching for the ship. The Luminous was valuable because of the data it contained, She already knew that certain Sith were searching for it and she wasn't willing to tip them off anymore than she needed too.

Hyperlanes worked both ways after all.

"We don't know who else is on the planet." The Marshall explained. "This isn't exactly data that I, or anyone in the Order wants spread around. If anyone were to intercept or trace the signal it would compromise not only us, but the information we're trying to find."

They were fighting a war, they couldn't afford to give away information.

"When you finish call me, hopefully the storm will have passed by then." That was really all they could do. It wasn't much, and in all honesty Aela doubted that the storm would be passing anytime soon. The thunder clouds seemed to have drawn thicker, the rain seemed to have grown heavier, and the lightning had gotten closer. The storm was tearing apart the world around them, the only thing keeping the Jedi team safe was the hull of The Luminous.

 

[Nia Siroc]

Nia's eyes opened as she heard the approaching storm. "Here we go again," she grumbled as she stared off into the distance. Turning her head, she grimaced at the boarding ramp of the ship. Inside of the ship so close to all the tension was the last place she wanted to be.

She rose to her feet all the same and headed back inside of the ship. Less than two minutes later the young woman had changed her mind. The storm was ferocious and she could sense the panic of the creatures running for cover outside. "This place really is a miserable hole," he said out loud, mainly to herself.

Between the storms, the humidity, the biting insects and the smell she couldn't fathom why anyone would want to be here. Although originally the inhabitants had been part of an Imperial installation. It wasn't like they had any choice in the matter. On the other hand, she had decided to be here.

She hadn't known much about this place when she'd volunteered, however. There were the records that she could've checked. Nia made a promise to herself to make sure to find things like that out. With all that, she decided to go find Master Talith.

[member="Allyson Locke"]
[member="Aela Talith"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Allyson was caught off guard by the sternness in Aela’s voice. She wondered if it would have been different if the woman knew that the Master was her own sister. Shrugging it off Allyson decided to just listen and not say anything about that situation and continued to wait for the data to be funneled into the datapad. Looking over towards the window that they could see out and sighed. The storm was going to make things difficult and she should probably take a moment to reinforce the ship.

“Uh, We should probably focus on getting the ship together at least to brace for the storm or something.” She looked around towards the other people in the room. A few nodded and got up to try and do something. Allyson returned to Looking at the datapad she smiled and nodded. “Seems that everything is downloaded give me a few minutes to look it over.” Allyson ran her finger over the datapad she checked everything and frowned. Standing she headed towards the comm and called over to the Jedi.

“Uh Aela right? I have the data downloaded, but something is messed up it seems to be in some sort of old language that I’m not too sure of and you should be able to figure it out right?” [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Nia Siroc"]

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Nia Siroc"] | [member="Allyson Locke"]​

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She took the datapad, her eyes scanning the writing on it as a small smile twitched on her lips.

When they had been children her sisters had always made fun of her for being a bookworm. They had teased her, told her that reading was a waste of time and that she was simply tossing away the hours of the day that could be spent outside. They had been right in part, she knew that now, but reading all those books, spending all that time inside had given her a wealth of knowledge that many scholars would be jealous off. Shifting slightly she moved to the captains chair, gingerly putting herself down and leaning against one of the armrests.

"It's Anaxian." She said simply.

The language of Anaxes before Galactic Basic had taken over the now fortress world.

"It's not spoken anymore, hasn't been for thousands of years." Unfortunately Aela could not speak it, or read it for that matter. The language was easy enough to recognize because of the elegant scrawling symbols that it was composed of, she'd seen it in the Archives before. Deciphering it however would take some time, and a reference book, which she had at home. Either way they had the data that they were looking for, meaning that once the storm passed they could leave. "I can decipher it back on Sullust. We just have to wait out the sto-"

There was a sudden thunderous crack followed by the shaking of the earth. The ground quaked, and The Luminous with it.

 

[Allyson Locke]

“It’s what?” That was literally all Allyson could get out before the noises from the storm and the ship now dislodging or something from where it was in the middle of the swamp. Blinking, Allyson looked around and literally no one had done what she had asked. Though that was probably because she wasn’t in charge, she wasn’t really anyone important and there probably wasn’t anything to use to help stabilize the ship. The storm was growing stronger and that crack had to be something like lightning, which having the metal ship being wet and all – it just became a giant rod to attract said lightning – if that’s what it was.

“This isn’t good.” Allyson moved away from the Talith woman and headed back towards the terminal that she had working from before – not the one she downloaded the data from, that thing was fried. Pulling at the tablets she had wired up she made a scan through the ships up front data and shook her head. “Well that idea is not going to work, should have known the ship is older than dirt and why would it have any fuel left? Oh I don’t know maybe because sometimes I’d like things to work out like they work out in the movies.” Tossing the tablet down onto the counter she thought and pondered. From the data the ship had provided her the landing gear or whatever helped prop it up in a hanger had not been deployed which meant that she could probably get it to deploy and use something heavy to help stabilize the make shift base. Though with how the winds were picking up, it was going to be difficult to hold the ship in place, force the gear to deploy and anchor it somehow.

Then it hit her, she should probably share the idea with the Marshall – possibly she could help in some way – she was a powerful Jedi right? “Marshall Talith – Force that’s a mouthful…I have an idea but I don’t think you’re really going to like it.” Grinning sheepishly, she continued. “The ship needs to be anchored somehow – the standing gear or whatever you want to call it wasn’t deployed. There’s no power, but I can still force it to happen – only thing is I need to be outside and the ship needs to somehow be stabilized.” Musing over this she rubbed the side of her face with her hand, “The poodoo thing is, that’s karking lightning out there and standing in the pond or whatever we’re in is just going to attract it so I’d need to move fast.”

Rolling up her sleeves she mentally prepared herself, “So you think you can keep the ship from wobbling around too much or do you have a better plan because honestly I’m all ears because I personally don’t want to become fried fish food…doubt my g--- my master would appreciate that…and doubt you would either.” [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Nia Siroc"]

 

[Nia Siroc]

Nia reached the cabin where the others where just as the ground shook. Her eyes widened as he grabbed for the nearest thing bolted down. A data terminal, she saw as the apprentice steadied herself. She looked up to the bulkheads as if to see the skies above.

It was strange how she hadn't felt this particular storm with it's intensity. Maybe it was because they happened fairly often. With a shrug, she looked over to [member="Allyson Locke"] and [member="Aela Talith"]. "Is there anything I can do to help?". She'd caught the last stretch of the conversation and figured the sooner it was done, the sooner they could get off this blasted rock.

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Nia Siroc"] | [member="Allyson Locke"]​

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"I'm not so-" She was cut off as another loud crack rang out through the air, the ship shaking once again, jarring it and half tossing her to the ground from the chair she sat on. Her eyes bugged out, gaze shifting from the padawan to Allyson for a moment. Confusion pulled across her features.

"Lightning shouldn't be doing this." Starships were designed in part to take strike of electricity, it allowed them to move through nebulas and other anomalies found in space. A simple strike of lightning from a storm shouldn't be shaking the entire vessel, perhaps overload some systems, but even then the outside of the hull should have acted like a Faraday cage. Suddenly the ground shook again, except this time there was no crack of thunder or flash of lightning. Aela turned to the outside, feeling the earth shift and move beneath them. "Stay here."

She told the two of them, springing to her feet and using the leverage of the ships narrow halls to move through The Luminous.

Truthfully Aela didn't expect either of the padawans to stay put, but she had to at least tell them to stay.

Either way the young Marshall had to get outside. Perhaps in this storm it would not be the safest thing, but the rumbling of the earth and the quaking of the ground was enough to make her suspicious. She had to see what was going on, or else they'd all end up dead.

 

[Allyson Locke]

The next shake occurred and Allyson lost her footing falling to the ground. Her body slid under the nearest console. Once the shaking stopped, she crawled out and spit out the end of her ponytail and frowned, whatever this was it wasn’t normal. Aela knew this, which of course concerned Allyson even more. This was about the time of the adventure that she began to question her thought process on joining this mission. She could have been sitting on Kaili’s couch watching some holoflick with the girl or be elbow deep in one of her projects. Both sounded a lot better than being on a shaky old ship in the middle of swampland.

Stay? I’m not a pet. Allyson frowned as the orders were received, but of course quickly ignored. Despite Aela being totally unaware of Allyson’s ties with the Talith woman’s youngest sister, Allyson knew she needed to at least try and not let Aela die. The last thing Allyson needed was to have a depressed Kaili on her hands - she never got to see what the girl was like during that time after the crash, but from the sound of it, it wasn’t good. Standing up to her feet she dusted herself off and looked towards the other girl that was here.

“Come on, we gotta help her out.” Waving for her to follow Allyson followed Aela towards the outside of the ship.[member="Aela Talith"] [member="Nia Siroc"]