Faction Where No One Has Gone Before (Outbound Flight)

[Atlas Drake]

Tilon Quill Orrik Drossa Kitter Bitters Tintinallë Nyxara Tyrant 4 Darth Vinaze Soliane Desari Alana Calloway​

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"Outlander Control we are go for pre-flight. All systems green. Jump countdown set for one standard-hour."

Drake's heart was still racing after he stepped off a bridge buzzing with nervous activity. This wasn't his first deep space expedition, but it might be the most ambitious. Her official designation was Outbound Flight-2 but everyone just called her the Wayfinder. She was one of the largest exploration vessels ever designed with self-sustaining systems, a cavernous internal hangar and external docking clamps for smaller transports. Now they could launch missions further into the Unknown Regions than ever before.

"Be advised," Drake tuned his comlink to an open frequency so everyone on the crew could hear, "Report to the hydroponics bio-dome for final mission briefing."

He squeezed out of the turbolift past a hoversled loaded with medical supplies and cycled the airlock for one of the ship's massive umbilical gangways connecting the central superstructure to her capital scale hyperspace rings. Decades logged working on starships and Drake still felt exposed knowing a thin semi-transparent membrane was the only thing between him and dead space.

If Drake didn't know better when he emerged the bio-dome would have fooled him into thinking he was in some garden on Corellia or Naboo. Cultivated flora from dozens of worlds flourished here in a controlled artificial environment. Pioneered by the Ithorian herd-ships, hydroponics tech was an old and proven science. Open spaces were at a premium which made the bio-dome a good place for the crew to gather but aside from logistics Drake wanted everyone to have the best possible view of their first jump and nothing could beat a vitreous greenhouse.

Outbound Flight needed more crew for this mission than ever so many of the faces already gathering were strangers to Drake. Some candidates had specialized training but for many this would be their first scientific expedition into the unknown. Anyone with relevant skills was eligible to board from Outlander Station on the frontier of known space.

 

[Tilon Quill]

Tilon was already in the hydroponics bio-dome for four reasons. The view, the taste of sprout mat, the superiority of plants to people, and — related — to dodge Outlander Station's Jedi contingent. He'd done so at every opportunity and would hate to break his winning streak. Between the sprout mat and the solitude, he'd banked up a decent amount of peace by the time people started arriving.

He saw Captain Atlas Drake , the man himself. They'd been bridge crew together on another expedition, Drake the captain, Tilon a comms officer and translator. An awful lot had changed since those days but, despite Tilon being captain of his own small ship now, those aptitudes and preferences remained.

In among the hydroponics, Tilon listened to the languages of the excited arrivals — mostly Basic, but this far out, also familiar snippets of Sy Bisti, Cheunh, Rammocate. Keeping his Unknown Regions trade languages fresh was one of the many, many factors that had made this opportunity unmissable. And his new prosthetic arm, when he let the palm holo project what it detected, quickly found its excellent databases insufficient to ID some of the species represented on this grand ship's crew. The concentric amber circles of the holo-display, as broad as his splayed fingers, floated just above his palm and showed increasing numbers of icons as more and more people arrived.

 

[Yorn]

Tags: OPEN
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"Come on, we're going to be late!"

"Wait up, these bags are heavy."

"That's why you're supposed to let the droid carry them."

Two young Chiss men in crisp white lab uniforms bickered in Cheunh as they weaved through the busy hangar of Outlander station. At the lead was a bright-eyed young man, and trailing behind was a smaller, younger man burden by a suitcase. behind them, a gaggle of Chiss in different specialist uniforms melded with the crowd. There's so many people here, Yorn thought, so many aliens too. We're far from Sposia now.

"Yor'nov! The ship's not going to leave without us."

"Don't you feel it Ic'ran'ad? This place is so alive! I can't believe we're finally here, we can't slow down now."

Obbic'yor'nov, or Yorn, as the humans had taken to calling him, had read all there was to read on Outlander Station in preparation for their journey from Chiss space. They were in the beating heart of the Outbound Flight Program, that they had worked so hard to get to. They were part of the select few Chiss to be sent on the attaché to the Wayfinder, and for Yorn it was the wildest dream come true. His entire life's work thus far fulfilled. First he'd received a degree in mathematics, then his masters in Astrophysics. The Chiss host of scientists was made up of the best they had to offer in fields such as Sentientology, Linguistics, Engineering, physics, and Cousin Icran, the biologist. Each Chiss was proudly doing their duty to their house, but also as citizens of the Galactic Alliance.

The Chiss had decided for too long that their technology had been guarded from the wider galaxy, the Second Great Hyperspace War had shown the Chiss what horrors lurk in the Unknown Regions. Never again could they suffer like they had when Csilla was destroyed. Never could they suffer a horde of barbarians like the Brotherhood of the Maw ever descending on the galaxy again from the Unknown Regions. The Chiss took keen interest in Outbound Flight as a result of this, and when the Wayfinder expedition was commissioned Chiss planets in the senate championed it as a means by which they could not only learn more about the Unknown, but they could test out technologies they had long lacked the resources for.

Yorn himself had been a vocal supporter, owing partly to why he was accepted into the program, though it was largely merit if you asked him. He recalled organizing his youth club to petition his Senator to support the expedition initiative, arguing that the bright future the Chiss needed would be found in their acceptance of the new ways, not their clinging to the old ways. His grand idea was controversial: back on Sposia he had been a vocal critic of the ozyly-esehembos, the force sensitive Chiss navigators who could transit safely through the Chaos. It was Yorn's belief that they were holding back progress, and that with the right discoveries through science, they would be able to find safe hyperroutes through the Unknown Regions, and he had worked hard to prove it. Endless hours of mathematical sequencing, working both himself and his protocol droid the brink of exhaustion to try and learn anything about the shifting miasma of cosmic energy that engulfed the far edge of the galaxy.

The thrill of the crowd was a far cry from those quiet evenings, and it was quite overwhelming, but Yorn was ecstatic. Everyone around them spoke in snippets of the latest news from beyond as he danced by: scouts returning from afar giving the all clear for the first leg of the journey, loadmasters ordering the expeditions goods aboard shuttles, dreamers telling stories of the far out stars...

... the stories he imagined when he beheld the Wayfinder paled in comparison. It was a beautiful, advanced ship, and it was going to be their home for the foreseeable future.

The Chiss were welcomed aboard much to their surprise, finding that the humans of the Alliance were an exceptionally cordial and social people unlike their own. Each scientist was escorted to their new quarters by shiny silver protocol droids, the one leading Yorn introducing itself as ZD-10.

His room had an alcove in the wall for his bed, and was primarily taken up by a large desk with computers build into the walls. Yorn found it immediately to be small, but cozy. Much different than the grand academic halls of the Inrokini Academy where he had studied, but also a room to himself, no more of the communal living with other students.

He thanked the droid, somewhat missing his family's own droid, which he could not have brought. He began to unpack his things when the PA system buzzed to life over him, with the captain calling new arrivals to the hydroponics bio-dome. Perfect, he thought, cousin Icran will be there already with the biology team. He dropped the clothes he was taking from his bag onto the bed and grabbed his datapad, exiting out into the hall.

As he made his way to the briefing, he passed through a long stretch of hallway with wide viewports. Billions of stars out there, he mused, billions of new discoveries." He stared out into the cosmos for a moment, taking it all in. All that he could see was part of the Unknown Regions. Its vastness filled him with a nervous excitement. The wanderlust was setting in.

He continued on down the hall, eager as ever to meet his new shipmates. He had heard there were astrographers on board, who he would be working with, and under the guide of their legendary captain, no man better qualified, he had a strong feeling they would make great headway into the Chaos.

He arrived bright-eyed to the hydroponic dome. The scent of exotic flowers filled the air, as did the bustle of the congregation. Yorn waded into the crowd, looking for Icran, wondering who else he might stumble across.

 

[Tintinallë Nyxara]

Objective: Meet others, get directions
Location: Crew Quarters, Outbound Flight-2/Wayfinder
Outfit:Pink Flightsuit
Accompanied by: Hyartë Vaelune
Tags: Atlas Drake | Tilon Quill | Tyrant 4 | Yorn | Alana Calloway | Orrik Drossa
"What the heck are we doing here Tint?," Hyartë whined. The duo didn't always have to be together. Tintinallë was the explorer, the pilot. Hyartë was a hunter, a warrior. When Tint engaged in a transport that did not require security Hy would find something more exciting to do. This endeavor that was to be undertaken however was not something Hy felt comfortable allowing Tint to go alone. Even though there was an entire team going along as well. Hy didn't know the team. And she wasn't going to trust her partner's safety to them on something this big.

Tintinallë knew that Hyartë thought that the mission was something they didn't need to do. The hunter's spirit was something that heard the call of a very different kind of adventure than the explorer's heart. "Do I tell you that the dangerous beings you hunt aren't worth it? This is my hunt Hy…You need to let it happen. And no one said you needed to come along." Tint gave a giggle as she zipped her flightsuit the rest of the way up.

"If it is so important why aren't you leading the mission. You're a captain. And it's not like any other crew members are from outside this galaxy," Hyartë continued to whine as she gave the plates of what counted as armor to a Quendesh follower of Lyshara. The "magic" hunting gems were affixed properly to Hy's forehead, and she huffed her readiness to leave when Tint was.

Tintinallë shook her head as she looked over Hy's attire and then looked up into her eyes. "I'm the captain of a small smuggling vessel. And we're not from outside this galaxy. Our ancestors are. Who knows where the humans originated? Who knows what this Captain has accomplished in his career? I have no experience commanding a crew this size. I just bark out orders to you when I need something. And half the time you ignore me if you don't think it is important. So I think I'm quite alright being a helmsman or navigator or whatever job they put me on. This is about an adventure not a power trip. If you can't keep your words constructive just stand in the back and look pretty til I need someone to save my life," Tint giggled again and didn't wait for a response instead stepping out of their quarters and into the hallway after hearing the announcement for final mission briefing.

The lift to the biodome was easy to find. As they arrived at the level, Hyartë gave an exaggerated wave of her hand for Tintinallë to take the lead. The shorter Quendesh rolled her eyes and moved forward into the biodome. Hyartë fell a few strides behind and remained silent as Tintinallë moved towards the gathered group. "Good day Captain. Eager to get this mission underway." Her eyes shifted to the blue-skinned men who were also in the biodome as part of the crew. "Hi there. I'm Tintinallë. You can call me Tint. My bodyguard back there is Hyartë. She'll be remaining silent."

 

[Tilon Quill]

He arrived bright-eyed to the hydroponic dome. The scent of exotic flowers filled the air, as did the bustle of the congregation. Yorn waded into the crowd, looking for Icran, wondering who else he might stumble across

Among the chaos on Tilon's palm holo, the display flagged a Chiss bio sign. Few were attached to this expedition, and Tilon came out from the hydroponic shelves to squint across the crowd for red eyes and blue.

There — that was the science delegate or something like it, a physicist, he'd heard. Not necessarily someone to practice basic Cheunh with, but very much worth at least meeting, and he looked excited.

Tilon navigated the crowd and came aroundn for a visible approach.

"Welcome," he said in Cheunh, knowing he had a bit of an archaic pre-Gulag accent but was comprehensible. "I'm Tilon Quill, a communications specialist." It occurred to him belatedly that he might be taken for some kind of Chiss offshoot himself; he wasn't, but it had happened before due to general coloration.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

The call of the wild was in her. It was her family’s lifeblood. The exploration of the unknown. The worlds beyond the ones that she knew. She had brought a fair few samples of Starchaser Enterprises gear, and a compliment of Seeker shuttles, plus her own, the Wandering Star. A set up of communications to her father who was doing his own thing, but he was more than happy to see her taking up this adventure. He said how good of a man Atlas Drake was, and that made Kaia look back on some of the history books of her first home, the Outer Rim Coalition.

The young Warden and her older brother were able to live the lives they should be able to because of the work their father did.

As she made her way to the called upon meeting room, Drifter floating behind her. Kaia had her lightsaber in her bag, but was dressed in a very eccentric style, inspired by most Core music scenes. Pulling the large headphones off her ears, she smiled at the gathered.

“Hey all…” She said in Basic, then swapped to Cheunh, the language her father made sure she and Jared knew. “Kaia Starchaser, pilot, instinctive astrogator.” And Warden of the Sky, puncher of pirates. Really hard, in the face.

Yorn Atlas Drake Tilon Quill

 

[Atlas Drake]

Tilon Quill Tintinallë Nyxara Yorn Kaia Starchaser​

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"Good day Captain. Eager to get this mission underway." Her eyes shifted to the blue-skinned men who were also in the biodome as part of the crew. "Hi there. I'm Tintinallë. You can call me Tint. My bodyguard back there is Hyartë. She'll be remaining silent."

"Atlas Drake," he held out a hand for Tint to shake. It was a human gesture of respect that had been adopted throughout much of the galaxy, "Strong silent type? I can respect that."

He wore an old Kathol Navy field jacket that had seen better days. Distinguished streaks of grey doomed an otherwise remarkable hairline to obvious signs of middle age. Drake's compact Glie-44 model blaster dangled from a holster on his belt and a nagai tehk'la blade was sheathed to an ankle strap. Wrinkles creased his brow while he examined the datapad clutched in one hand.

"Nyxara..." Drake read her last name out loud when he found her on the crew manifest, "It says here you have command experience. That's good. We need reliable captains like you to take charge of planetary surveys and other missions away from the Wayfinder."

Drake was momentarily distracted when someone mentioned a name he had not heard in a long time. He knew a few words and phrases in Cheunh but not enough to carry a conversation and his accent was embarrassing. Chiss diaspora were more common after the destruction of their homeworld but most of his experience prior to Outbound Flight had been on Wild Space surveys and extragalactic voyages.

"Did you say Starchaser?" he couldn't help but interrupt in galactic basic, "Any relation to Jared Starchaser?"

 

[Orrik Drossa]

Starcharts. They were everything to him. He spent much of his time poking his way around them. People? He tended to avoid them. Far too many looked at him and expected him to be a killer, one who carried a thousand weapons and was prepared to stab someone on a whim. They saw only his people, not him.

Part of the reason he had signed up for the expedition was the chance to get away from people like that. Only a small part, though. His real interest was the fact that he would get to create further starcharts in unknown regions of space where no one had gone before. Charting hyperlanes was enjoyable, but finding new worlds would certainly be a way to make a true mark upon the galaxy. For him, that meant everything. Linking people together was far greater than engaging in combat.

The message from the Captain about meeting wasn't noticed at first, so busy was he reading through charts, but the insistent blinking icon of a message on the comm that he'd placed on hold was hard to ignore forever. As such, he arrived late to the congregation of others who had decided to join the mission into the unknown. Late, but no less interested than anyone else.

"Fascinating," he said, taking a look around the group of those present.

An eclectic bunch, representing a wide range of races, some of which he did not recognize. Particularly curious to him was the one with the long, pointed ears. The others represented races he was, mostly, familiar with. Unlike them, however, he could not speak cheunh and had no idea what was being said between them. Could have been slurs, for all he knew. He doubted it, as no one seemed the antagonistic sort at first glance. Probably introductions, though he remained silent about his own.

At least for now. Unless Captain Drake made him.

ATTIRE: Jacket, Shirt, Pants and Boots | WEAPONS: Blaster Pistol, Vibroknife
TAGS: Atlas Drake | Kaia Starchaser | Tilon Quill | Tintinallë Nyxara | Yorn​

 

[Yorn]

The Crew: Atlas Drake / Tilon Quill / Kaia Starchaser / Orrik Drossa / Tintinallë Nyxara​

He could tell immediately that he was an object of interest to many in the crowd. There were less Chiss in the galaxy now than ever in history. Sightings of them outside their space had become more common after their entrance to the Alliance, but not by much. They were a waning race, pulled under time and again by the waves of fate. What shocked him completely was that the first alien to approach him spoke Cheunh.

His accent sounds a little Mitth? Where did this man learn Chiss? Yorn wondered.

The man was blue, but certainly not a Chiss. He knew it was possibly for Chiss to reproduce with other near-humans, but it was a practice deeply unpopular with the Chiss, after how many billions of them had died when the Gulag Plague had been released on Csilla. Their population had not even returned to pre-Gulag numbers before billions more souls were destroyed along with their homeworld. The last half millennium had been a painful decline to the civilization that had produced the greatest strategist in galactic history.

"Hello, Mr. Quill." Yorn replied in basic, although with a thick Chiss accent, his diction straightforward and matter of fact., "my name is Obbic'yor'nov, though the Humans have a silly way of shortening our names. They call me Yorn for brevity, you may as well, since I rather like it."

It seemed upon hearing Chuenh, another alien approached them speaking it too. This one was green, even more certainly not a native tongue, and much to the dismay of Yorn, an instinctive navigator.

"An ozyly-esehembo." he stated, with a hint of disapproval, but he said nothing more, not needing to share his strong opinions of Force Users with these strangers. There was another man, an older human, who approach with interest in the green alien, Yorn recognized him immediately as their Captain. Yorn had read much about him whilst studying the Outbound Flight project and its precursors. Yorn was rather overwhelmed by the sudden influx of people. Looking for a potential exit, he saw another alien cautiously approaching, and recognized this man too. He had been told to meet this man: the astrographers.

"Hello, Sir. I am Yorn, the crew's astrophysicist. You and I will be working together to map our voyage. This is quite thrilling."

 

[Tilon Quill]

Attempted connections, implications, subtext, cultural concerns flew thick in the air. A communicator by trade, Tilon read Yorn as seeking an out and didn't hold it against him; there'd be plenty of quieter time on the voyage to say hello again. He gave Kaia Starchaser a glance that quickly and simply signalled 'can't win'em all, another time.' While he didn't know Kaia well, he'd helped patch up a ship or two of hers at Kattada at various points in the last year.

Before Tilon's friends raided the place; before Tilon cut an unknown deal for sixteen Padawans' freedom and disappeared with the raiders. If Kaia or anyone else aboard knew that story, this voyage could get rapidly uncomfortable.

He felt like his face had paused just then, realizing that, if only for a moment. Best to cover that expression up as if it had been about something else.

He half-turned away from where Yorn was getting the astrographer. "If he distains their sky-walkers," he said to Kaia Starchaser quietly and privately, shielded from hearing by the hubbub of the growing crowd, "that's unusual. Worth treading lightly." He'd recognized the Cheunh term because he'd learned a good deal of the language from a former sky-walker in unusual circumstances. Kaia being a a Starchaser, a family of extraordinarily well-travelled explorers, he assumed she might know of the sky-walkers too, secret though they had often been.

That aside over, he shifted and turned back to join the introduction to the astrographer, a tall Sakiyan. "Welcome," he said to Orrik Drossa after Yorn. "I'm Tilon Quill, communications." And a solid practical astrogator eager to get better; this here was a useful, valuable potential contact.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

As Atlas spoke, Kaia looked up. “You know my brother?” Her mind was running through what she knew of Drake. He was from Kathol, that was where Jared chose to operate for so many years. “Outer Rim Coalition, right? He was operating out there for a while.” Kaia had remained in the Levantine Spur, that was where she was confident. Part of the reason she took this job was Jared did support it, and knew a lot about Drake.

But that was when she looked over to the Chiss. He was not seeming too excited about her, her connection to the Force and to the hyperlanes. The term was Sky Walker, but she knew the Chiss too. And what it included. They tended to lose their connection, and maybe that was why her family didn’t expand their Force powers too much? The connection to the sky walkers.

Her father had let her into a few secrets of the Selab as he was leaving the known Galaxy for his post in the Lonely Warren. Looking over to Tilon, another she knew to be a second generation of someone once storied, she nodded. “Will keep my eyes on him.”

Tilon Quill Atlas Drake Yorn Orrik Drossa

 

[Tintinallë Nyxara]

Objective: Meet others, get directions
Location: Biodome, Outbound Flight-2/Wayfinder
Outfit:Pink Flightsuit
Accompanied by: Hyartë Vaelune
Tags: Atlas Drake | Tilon Quill | Tyrant 4 | Yorn | Alana Calloway | Orrik Drossa

Tintinallë stepped forward and reached up to take Atlas' hand shaking it timidly. She grinned knowing that Hyartë was grinding her teeth behind her trying to respect her partner's wishes to refrain from interrupting the discussion about the mission. Hyartë was certainly much stronger than her size would lead you to believe. It was only standing next to Tintinallë that Hyartë was even slightly resembled a being one could be threatened by. That being said, "silent" was not truly in her nature. Hyartë was quite opinionated, and when there was a threat that she could handle the crew would find that out. In a mission briefing concerning how the ship and crew would handle exploration, however, Hyartë would remain silent because she didn't want her reactions to make Tintinallë look bad.

Tintinallë nodded as the captain stated her surname, looking over what she guessed was a report on her. She wondered exactly what information had been gathered on her. She had been employed by many across the galaxy, but it wasn't like either her or Hyartë advertised their resumes in the open. Their network was small. When Atlas expressed that his report indicated that Tintinallë had command experience she blushed, and the toe of her boot twisted nervously into the floor. Hyartë had to work hard not to giggle knowing what the statement was doing to the Quendesh pilot. "Uh…yeah. I've captained many missions. You can count on me to lead survey teams…Uh…I do hope that you'll allow me to log sometime at the controls of the Wayfinder though. I am a pilot first and a captain second. Experiencing new things is what brings me here; seeing new planets, meeting new people, and experiencing new technology."

She hoped that wasn't too forward. The whole crew were volunteers. And though motivations were likely different, she wouldn't be the only one who wanted to test out the controls of the ship designed for deep space exploration. Off to the side the other group was speaking in a tongue that Tintinallë did not understand. Something in the conversation drew the captain's attention and he spoke to the newly arrived green-skinned young woman. More crew members started to funnel in. A tall male who had ears resembling a Quendesh but otherwise had very little resemblance gave Tintintallë a longer look than some of the others. In the shadows a nearly silent growl came from Hyartë's chest. If she had made herself more present, the others would have thought she was ready to attack. As the huntress calmed herself, the smaller Quendesh merely smiled at the man and gave a small nod of greeting. She supposed more formal introductions would happen in time.

 

[Atlas Drake]

Tilon Quill Tintinallë Nyxara Yorn Kaia Starchaser​

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"It's going to be a long trip. I'm sure a rotation at the helm can be arranged," Drake flashed a perfect set of teeth at the young alien and her scowling bodyguard, "Fair warning, she might bore you. The Wayfinder is a tough girl, but she can't exactly turn on a credit chit."

Sprinklers activated on a timer bathing the surrounding plant life in a mist. Sweat trickled down Drake's brow from the spike in humidity. Nysillin herbs native to Felucia shined with fresh dew as they leaned towards the local star.

As Atlas spoke, Kaia looked up. “You know my brother?” Her mind was running through what she knew of Drake.

"Last I saw Jared was less than a cycle ago on Naboo. Swimming with gungans if you can believe it."

His smile grew terse when Starchaser mentioned the Coalition. Those were much better times. Now most systems were trapped behind the Blackwall including his homeworld. Abandoned by the rest of the galaxy to the predations of Sith Lords. Drake didn't have much time for hokey religions, but every Sith he'd met had been rotten to the core.

Before he could catch up on old times and introduce himself to the rest of the crew lights throughout the bio-dome started to flicker. Drake demanded a report from his personal comlink and listened to the low murmur of a response.

"I need everybody to listen up!" Drake raised both hands to gather the crew's attention, "No reason to be alarmed. We've lost power to the ship's primary hyperspace ring. A team of astromechs was dispatched to make repairs but their signal cut out. Sensors near the ring are also down so we need to get out there and assess the malfunction ourselves. I need volunteers for a spacewalk."

 

[Kathryn Foster]

Atlas Drake , Tilon Quill , Tintinallë Nyxara , Kaia Starchaser , Yorn , Orrik Drossa
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Kathryn was kneeled down a short distance away from the gathering of newcomers to the Wayfinder, and studied one of the many plants in the hydroponics bio-dome. The artificial environment inside the bio-dome could be tweaked to almost perfection, but the plants still seemed to knew the difference between the real sun and an artificial one. Still, it was one of the many wonders of the Wayfinder. She had just recently taken a leave from her duties within the Alliance and joined the Outbound Flight on this mission. However, she had worked with captain Drake at least once before, under the colors of the Alliance.

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"I need everybody to listen up!" Drake raised both hands to gather the crew's attention, "No reason to be alarmed. We've lost power to the ship's primary hyperspace ring. A team of astromechs was dispatched to make repairs but their signal cut out. Sensors near the ring are also down so we need to get out there and assess the malfunction ourselves. I need volunteers for a spacewalk."

When the captain spoke up, raising his commanding yet confidence-inspiring voice above everybody elses, Kathryn perk up her ears, looked over at them and stood up. She walked over to the group, her hair up in a tight braid, wearing a black battle dress uniform and came up behind captain Drake.

''I'll take the lead, sir! Feel like stretching my legs, anyway.'' she added and then glanced upon the new recruits. The situation somehow reminded her of her time training cadets on Corellia. These ones were not near as young, though, and time as a newcomer in the Outbound Flight was definitely something else than the safe environment of an academy for youngsters and rookies. ''Also, welcome aboard the Wayfinder!'' she said enthusiastically. ''Kathryn Foster. Science officer, or something like that... but, I'm all ears if you want to sharpen your dogfighting skills too!'' she added, introducing herself before flashing the captain a smile and awaited who would be volunteers for this mission.