Inanna Harth
Jedi Knight
Unnamed planet in the Outer Rim
“Argh, not again!”
Miri’s cries devolved into coughing as her starfighter’s engine began to smoke, then burst into flames. She backed away from the downed vessel, waving her hands in front of her face, then scrambled for a fire extinguisher. Once the flames were taken care of, she peered cautiously at the smoldering wreckage, grimacing.
The whole thing was shot to hell. There was no way she was repairing it here on this backwater with only her toolkit. Parts needed to be replaced, and she had no replacements on hand.
Sinking down on a nearby log, she wiped beads of sweat from her brow. Her ship had crashed in a hot, humid swamp. Not exactly the healthiest of survival conditions, especially with all the insects flying around potentially carrying deadly diseases.
Swatting at a cloud of gnats, she checked her supplies. Enough rations for a few days. Long-range communications were gone, short-range worked but so far she hadn’t contacted any other ships in the area. There might be some sort of settlement around here, maybe a place where she could get the parts she needed, but she had no guarantee the locals would be friendly. Still, it was worth a shot…
A groaning noise coming from her ship caught her attention. She leaped to her feet in a panic, only to find the ground beneath her far too soft to stand on. Falling backwards, she watched in horror as the starfighter began to sink in quicksand.
“No no no! Please no—!”
“Argh, not again!”
Miri’s cries devolved into coughing as her starfighter’s engine began to smoke, then burst into flames. She backed away from the downed vessel, waving her hands in front of her face, then scrambled for a fire extinguisher. Once the flames were taken care of, she peered cautiously at the smoldering wreckage, grimacing.
The whole thing was shot to hell. There was no way she was repairing it here on this backwater with only her toolkit. Parts needed to be replaced, and she had no replacements on hand.
Sinking down on a nearby log, she wiped beads of sweat from her brow. Her ship had crashed in a hot, humid swamp. Not exactly the healthiest of survival conditions, especially with all the insects flying around potentially carrying deadly diseases.
Swatting at a cloud of gnats, she checked her supplies. Enough rations for a few days. Long-range communications were gone, short-range worked but so far she hadn’t contacted any other ships in the area. There might be some sort of settlement around here, maybe a place where she could get the parts she needed, but she had no guarantee the locals would be friendly. Still, it was worth a shot…
A groaning noise coming from her ship caught her attention. She leaped to her feet in a panic, only to find the ground beneath her far too soft to stand on. Falling backwards, she watched in horror as the starfighter began to sink in quicksand.
“No no no! Please no—!”