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Drifting in Space, Corsin System
Greater Plooriod Sector, Expansion Region
Silence never really meant much to Zekk Coron; but nearly three weeks running on reserves had the young spacer on edge. The last sound was the clank of the ships hull as it was met with a small chunk of space debris. The sound, the reverberations through the ship was enough to send his heart racing. Taking in a deep breath of the weakly oxygen filled air his eyes went from wall to a small console tucked into a pocket of the ship. Zekk felt a heavy weight over him as he stood to his feet; in response his lungs taking a deep breath before his feet began carrying him to the console's seat. Plopping down the rough leather huffed out air and crinkled against his backside as he leaned in closer to the monitor. Taking a moment to lift his forearm to the console's edge he stared at his wrist attachment his right hand lazily, but back with determination began typing away. In seconds the whole ship lit up with the chime of the main engine, his body jumping at the sound. With that, his timer started: 4:00.
Hitting the power switch on the terminal the screen came to life and the camera atop it blinked on, showcasing his own face in the lower corner. The sight was something that stunned him in place. Brushing his finger tips over his skin he could feel the clamminess of his malnourished skin. Some might argue he looked like a skeleton wearing skin; he was almost depleted. Shaking his head he could feel a dizziness rush over himself that again paused him in his tracks if for only a second; no one any less precious than the last.
"Move you fool."
Smacking in a few commands the list came up as he had hoped. The name he wanted at the top: "Diva Tumi." His eyes shifted over the information as his mind contemplated risking his only message on someone he hadn't spoken to in... well months. Gulping down his doubt his hand hit the command as the red dot on screen appeared indicating a recording. His eyes stared like a womprat caught in speeder lights, while his hands padded away at a jacket that looked too big for him. Giving up he relaxed into the seat with some amount of strain, his eyes never leaving contact with the lens.
"107 days."
He let the words sink in, the sound of his voice settling over himself as it came across as heavy as the 'weight' he carried earlier.
"I-I ...don't know why I'm sending you this. I have a bad feeling."
His eyes went from a focus to a blank gaze. His mind lost in thought or illusion, anyone who saw the video wouldn't tell the difference that was for certain. Shaking his head he wanted to get back on point.
"..you'll laugh. I've been drifting out here for 107 days. Got caught in some cross fire between a Republic fleet and... well that's not important."
His eyes glanced over at the timer: 2:01.
"I keep having th-..."
The ship let out a loud chirp which caused Zekk to flinch with surprise. His eyes looking to yet another panel on the console the radar wasn't lying. He was drifting directly at Station Gamma-27; supply and refuel. Despite the "news" his expression didn't change, it truly didn't change anything. Hovering his hand over the distance he nodded and looked back to the camera.
"I am in the Corsin system. My ships out of supplies, maybe two days of limited oxygen left."
His heart beat like a Cantina drummer, never going off beat but never quite slowing down either. As his mind wrapped around what to say next he was again cut off, this time by the low oxygen alarm which screamed outward in caution. Leaning close to the camera and receiver he gave what he felt would be his final words to what he thought to be his only friend.
"...I hope to see you gain some da-..!"
The video would cut as the transmitter attempted to send the videolog outward. The only way of reaching Diva was by her ships true transponder code. Assuming she had the same ship it would no doubt be in her logs; he hoped. Limping his way to the front of the ship he sat himself in the much comfier pilot's chair. Wiggling into a spot which he had long secured within the ship's grasp he took control of the ships minimal systems and began readying the ship for a "jump" in the space stations direction. With any luck their tractor beams would be able to pull him in once he was close enough.
OOC:
@Diva Tumi @Geeva
Greater Plooriod Sector, Expansion Region
Silence never really meant much to Zekk Coron; but nearly three weeks running on reserves had the young spacer on edge. The last sound was the clank of the ships hull as it was met with a small chunk of space debris. The sound, the reverberations through the ship was enough to send his heart racing. Taking in a deep breath of the weakly oxygen filled air his eyes went from wall to a small console tucked into a pocket of the ship. Zekk felt a heavy weight over him as he stood to his feet; in response his lungs taking a deep breath before his feet began carrying him to the console's seat. Plopping down the rough leather huffed out air and crinkled against his backside as he leaned in closer to the monitor. Taking a moment to lift his forearm to the console's edge he stared at his wrist attachment his right hand lazily, but back with determination began typing away. In seconds the whole ship lit up with the chime of the main engine, his body jumping at the sound. With that, his timer started: 4:00.
Hitting the power switch on the terminal the screen came to life and the camera atop it blinked on, showcasing his own face in the lower corner. The sight was something that stunned him in place. Brushing his finger tips over his skin he could feel the clamminess of his malnourished skin. Some might argue he looked like a skeleton wearing skin; he was almost depleted. Shaking his head he could feel a dizziness rush over himself that again paused him in his tracks if for only a second; no one any less precious than the last.
"Move you fool."
Smacking in a few commands the list came up as he had hoped. The name he wanted at the top: "Diva Tumi." His eyes shifted over the information as his mind contemplated risking his only message on someone he hadn't spoken to in... well months. Gulping down his doubt his hand hit the command as the red dot on screen appeared indicating a recording. His eyes stared like a womprat caught in speeder lights, while his hands padded away at a jacket that looked too big for him. Giving up he relaxed into the seat with some amount of strain, his eyes never leaving contact with the lens.
"107 days."
He let the words sink in, the sound of his voice settling over himself as it came across as heavy as the 'weight' he carried earlier.
"I-I ...don't know why I'm sending you this. I have a bad feeling."
His eyes went from a focus to a blank gaze. His mind lost in thought or illusion, anyone who saw the video wouldn't tell the difference that was for certain. Shaking his head he wanted to get back on point.
"..you'll laugh. I've been drifting out here for 107 days. Got caught in some cross fire between a Republic fleet and... well that's not important."
His eyes glanced over at the timer: 2:01.
"I keep having th-..."
The ship let out a loud chirp which caused Zekk to flinch with surprise. His eyes looking to yet another panel on the console the radar wasn't lying. He was drifting directly at Station Gamma-27; supply and refuel. Despite the "news" his expression didn't change, it truly didn't change anything. Hovering his hand over the distance he nodded and looked back to the camera.
"I am in the Corsin system. My ships out of supplies, maybe two days of limited oxygen left."
His heart beat like a Cantina drummer, never going off beat but never quite slowing down either. As his mind wrapped around what to say next he was again cut off, this time by the low oxygen alarm which screamed outward in caution. Leaning close to the camera and receiver he gave what he felt would be his final words to what he thought to be his only friend.
"...I hope to see you gain some da-..!"
The video would cut as the transmitter attempted to send the videolog outward. The only way of reaching Diva was by her ships true transponder code. Assuming she had the same ship it would no doubt be in her logs; he hoped. Limping his way to the front of the ship he sat himself in the much comfier pilot's chair. Wiggling into a spot which he had long secured within the ship's grasp he took control of the ships minimal systems and began readying the ship for a "jump" in the space stations direction. With any luck their tractor beams would be able to pull him in once he was close enough.
OOC:
@Diva Tumi @Geeva