Waiting in the sky
The ship, the Vagrant Sunrise was already moving through hyperspace. Jared Starchaser had taken the ship, after dropping off his E-Wing at that Dawn Chaser who was making one of her scheduled stops in the Outer Rim near Sorgan. From there they gave Valery a lift to wherever to leave her X-Wing, and the pair were taking off for another part of the Unknown Regions. The holocron had given a small signal that reacted to one of the half dozen compasses in Jared’s navigation room.
He knew the first jump wasn’t going to get them exactly where, but the sense of where their destination was gave him the thought to jump the ship. Instinctive Astrogation, and all. The thought was that it’d be at least a day or so of travel to see just about a chance to unlock more of the holocron. As he stepped into the converted conference room. The table was removed, or at least rebuilt to lower into the floor for this area to become a sparring and meditation chamber. The shelves on the side were filled with trinkets, lightsaber and blaster parts, exploration gear, and definitely items that resonated in the Force.
The ship was a bit of a mess, he kept it orderly but it was clear it was only really him living aboard. He himself had his lightsaber stored away, along with a few other items. The Mirialan was wearing a black pair of loose fitting pants and a sleeveless tunic.
“I’ve got us jumping out to deep space, Unknown Regions. I estimate somewhere between Ahch-To and Exegol, so its going to be a crapshoot who turns up.” And was that holocron purple? Or was that just him.
“Any luck on opening it?”
Valery Noble
He knew the first jump wasn’t going to get them exactly where, but the sense of where their destination was gave him the thought to jump the ship. Instinctive Astrogation, and all. The thought was that it’d be at least a day or so of travel to see just about a chance to unlock more of the holocron. As he stepped into the converted conference room. The table was removed, or at least rebuilt to lower into the floor for this area to become a sparring and meditation chamber. The shelves on the side were filled with trinkets, lightsaber and blaster parts, exploration gear, and definitely items that resonated in the Force.
The ship was a bit of a mess, he kept it orderly but it was clear it was only really him living aboard. He himself had his lightsaber stored away, along with a few other items. The Mirialan was wearing a black pair of loose fitting pants and a sleeveless tunic.
“I’ve got us jumping out to deep space, Unknown Regions. I estimate somewhere between Ahch-To and Exegol, so its going to be a crapshoot who turns up.” And was that holocron purple? Or was that just him.
“Any luck on opening it?”
