Ord Mantell was the worst of the worst as far as Andrena was concerned.
It had been the first planet she'd visited after Nar Shaddaa and the whole WIDE OPEN SPACES things had freaked her out. Between it and the Smuggler's Moon it hadn't done much to sell her on the idea that planets were places worth being on. The air was bad, the idea of weather perplexing, and the people were terrible by her admittedly skewed standards. But there was always a job there, and it was pretty easy to get in and out of. For what felt like the first time in months she was leaving a system without the law or some idiot hounding her the entire way. It hadn't been exactly fun times for long while now. The usual stuff like an engine failing or a crate not being fulling loaded seemed to have been happening more often. And then there was the bigger stuff. First that job on Nar Shaddaa had gone sideways after the guy in charge decided to start insulting everyone after they'd pointed out that moving Rathtar's was insane. Violence ensued, some idiot ended up in charge, and she'd decided that was a sign it was time to move on. Then some crazy bounty hunter lady had apparently stalked across a few systems with the intention of killing her. She didn't even know if she actually the target or if the woman was just that bad at her job. Kilian hadn't even noticed which made it funny to her rather than scary. The only time she'd actually tried to kill Kilian (at least that Kilian was aware of) had been at that fraked up bar on Tatooine. Since then she hadn't seen her, which didn't really mean anything. She'd started to wonder if it was connected to running out on the slugs on Nar Shaddaa somehow, but she didn't really care all that much.
And then just to round it all out the pollen on Alderaan had been hell. So it hadn't been a terribly good time, amusement from people who didn't know to hunt bounties aside. It was nice just being able to make credits moving stuff from point-A to point-B with no complications for a change. It didn't happen nearly as often as she'd like at that moment in time, but deeper down she knew it was that kind of stuff that kept her in the profession of moving goods that might not be legal in all star systems. What was the good of having a kickass spaceship if you couldn't really get to fly it every now and again? She'd tried just shipping regular old goods once. It was absolutely dreadful and the pay sucked. So if she had to shoot a few morns that came her way so be it, as long as she could actually enjoy herself when she flew her ship. The slow was relaxing to be sure, but it wasn't something that she could really do on a regular basis.
The Islandfire was running fine not that it ever did otherwise while Andrena was behind the controls, not in her arrogant opinion at least. She spent more time cleaning the inside and out of the souped up freighter than most people did their entire house in a year. The freighter technically didn't belong to her, but she'd paid in to be a "captain" in the Association, and one of the perks that came with was that you got to fly one of the Associations ships without anyone else touching it unless you wanted them to. It was pretty nice, the Islandfire was a much better ship after she'd gotten done working on it. Things were getting more dangerous, and Andrena appreciated the extra firepower and guns the Islandfire had.
Everything was running fine until...
"Frak me" She swore as another ship emerged from hyperspace on a trajectory that nearly hit her. Whatever the incredibly low odds of a collision like that happening were they were still high. She had already had her suspicions that she was somehow a magnet for improbable and bad things to happen to her with increasing regularity. Although technically she supposed that she was lucky. If the ship had dropped out just a few kilometers closer she wouldn't have had time to move at all. Of course if she'd really been lucky it wouldn't have happened at all. What kind of idiot was flying that thing anyway?
Turning the Islandfire around, Andrena got her first good look at the ship that had attempted to run her over. It looked big, ugly, and full of guns. Kilian didn't care if it had turbolasers whoever was flying it was gonna get an earful.
"This is the Islandfire to the ship that just emerged from hyperspace. I think your navigation system might be experiencing a few errors there, you might want to have it looked at before you go anywhere else. Also I got a really good look at your outer hull, there's a few plates that looked a little loose, and I think you've got an imbalance in your engine output that's causing you to list to the side."
Andrena half expected someone on the other ship to get on the com and tell her to mind her own business. It happened quite often, as she made a sport of critiquing how well maintained other vessels were, and giving them friendly advice. For whatever reason people didn't take it as friendly. Instead though the other ship did nothing.
And then it did more nothing. Checking the sensors the ship actually seemed to be dead in space, like it had only even dropped out of hyperspace because some kind of automated warning had been tripped. She supposed if that were the case, it made the state of repair for the vessel a bit more acceptable.
Well....shit, Andrena thought moving the Wild in closer. Closer to still, and she started to tense up. It wasn't that the other ship had started to act threateningly, but moving in for a docking procedure with a ship that was just drifting wasn't exactly easy. It was just moving forward on momentum, headed towards Ord Mantell and a fiery crash, something that Kilian was sure whoever was inside wouldn't like. And if there was no one inside...well she was no salvager, but she was pretty sure she could do a short stint at at. Messing around with starships was always more exciting than just hauling cargo. Lining up the top docking port with the other vessel she brought her ship in closer, closer, closer until hard contact.
Firing the Islandfire's engines she brought the two ships to standstill, or as close to a standstill as one can get in an ever moving galaxy. Locking the controls, she got out of her seat, and got ready to head over. Tying her hair back in a quick ponytail she moved to the docking ring. It was small, but big enough for a person in a pressure suit to get through. From what the readings were telling her there was atmosphere on the other side though, and gravity too. She grabbed a gun, a flashlight, a nice black jacket (it was probably cold), and stuck a breathing mask on her utility belt in case there was poisonous gas or some nonsense.
Climbing up she popped the hatch and saw a whole lot of nothing. It was dark, and all her flashlight was showing her was some empty cargo bay.
I wonder if there's bacteria on board. If there is does it own the ship or am I allowed to keep it? she thought. There was no way that she hadn't been heard, but there didn't seem to be any signs of life stirring that she could see or hear. The air smelled funny, like there was mildew and mold starting to grow somewhere rather than anything dangerous. Depending on when the ship had last been checked there probably was. Microorganisms had the easiest time hitching a ride, and could survive almost anywhere if they had water, and some even without that.
"Anybody home?" She shouted, shining her flashlight around, and pointing her gun at various inanimate objects. She certainly hoped there wasn't anyone on the ship. She'd rather just explore a derelict ship than deal with someone dumb enough to actually be on it.
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It had been the first planet she'd visited after Nar Shaddaa and the whole WIDE OPEN SPACES things had freaked her out. Between it and the Smuggler's Moon it hadn't done much to sell her on the idea that planets were places worth being on. The air was bad, the idea of weather perplexing, and the people were terrible by her admittedly skewed standards. But there was always a job there, and it was pretty easy to get in and out of. For what felt like the first time in months she was leaving a system without the law or some idiot hounding her the entire way. It hadn't been exactly fun times for long while now. The usual stuff like an engine failing or a crate not being fulling loaded seemed to have been happening more often. And then there was the bigger stuff. First that job on Nar Shaddaa had gone sideways after the guy in charge decided to start insulting everyone after they'd pointed out that moving Rathtar's was insane. Violence ensued, some idiot ended up in charge, and she'd decided that was a sign it was time to move on. Then some crazy bounty hunter lady had apparently stalked across a few systems with the intention of killing her. She didn't even know if she actually the target or if the woman was just that bad at her job. Kilian hadn't even noticed which made it funny to her rather than scary. The only time she'd actually tried to kill Kilian (at least that Kilian was aware of) had been at that fraked up bar on Tatooine. Since then she hadn't seen her, which didn't really mean anything. She'd started to wonder if it was connected to running out on the slugs on Nar Shaddaa somehow, but she didn't really care all that much.
And then just to round it all out the pollen on Alderaan had been hell. So it hadn't been a terribly good time, amusement from people who didn't know to hunt bounties aside. It was nice just being able to make credits moving stuff from point-A to point-B with no complications for a change. It didn't happen nearly as often as she'd like at that moment in time, but deeper down she knew it was that kind of stuff that kept her in the profession of moving goods that might not be legal in all star systems. What was the good of having a kickass spaceship if you couldn't really get to fly it every now and again? She'd tried just shipping regular old goods once. It was absolutely dreadful and the pay sucked. So if she had to shoot a few morns that came her way so be it, as long as she could actually enjoy herself when she flew her ship. The slow was relaxing to be sure, but it wasn't something that she could really do on a regular basis.
The Islandfire was running fine not that it ever did otherwise while Andrena was behind the controls, not in her arrogant opinion at least. She spent more time cleaning the inside and out of the souped up freighter than most people did their entire house in a year. The freighter technically didn't belong to her, but she'd paid in to be a "captain" in the Association, and one of the perks that came with was that you got to fly one of the Associations ships without anyone else touching it unless you wanted them to. It was pretty nice, the Islandfire was a much better ship after she'd gotten done working on it. Things were getting more dangerous, and Andrena appreciated the extra firepower and guns the Islandfire had.
Everything was running fine until...
"Frak me" She swore as another ship emerged from hyperspace on a trajectory that nearly hit her. Whatever the incredibly low odds of a collision like that happening were they were still high. She had already had her suspicions that she was somehow a magnet for improbable and bad things to happen to her with increasing regularity. Although technically she supposed that she was lucky. If the ship had dropped out just a few kilometers closer she wouldn't have had time to move at all. Of course if she'd really been lucky it wouldn't have happened at all. What kind of idiot was flying that thing anyway?
Turning the Islandfire around, Andrena got her first good look at the ship that had attempted to run her over. It looked big, ugly, and full of guns. Kilian didn't care if it had turbolasers whoever was flying it was gonna get an earful.
"This is the Islandfire to the ship that just emerged from hyperspace. I think your navigation system might be experiencing a few errors there, you might want to have it looked at before you go anywhere else. Also I got a really good look at your outer hull, there's a few plates that looked a little loose, and I think you've got an imbalance in your engine output that's causing you to list to the side."
Andrena half expected someone on the other ship to get on the com and tell her to mind her own business. It happened quite often, as she made a sport of critiquing how well maintained other vessels were, and giving them friendly advice. For whatever reason people didn't take it as friendly. Instead though the other ship did nothing.
And then it did more nothing. Checking the sensors the ship actually seemed to be dead in space, like it had only even dropped out of hyperspace because some kind of automated warning had been tripped. She supposed if that were the case, it made the state of repair for the vessel a bit more acceptable.
Well....shit, Andrena thought moving the Wild in closer. Closer to still, and she started to tense up. It wasn't that the other ship had started to act threateningly, but moving in for a docking procedure with a ship that was just drifting wasn't exactly easy. It was just moving forward on momentum, headed towards Ord Mantell and a fiery crash, something that Kilian was sure whoever was inside wouldn't like. And if there was no one inside...well she was no salvager, but she was pretty sure she could do a short stint at at. Messing around with starships was always more exciting than just hauling cargo. Lining up the top docking port with the other vessel she brought her ship in closer, closer, closer until hard contact.
Firing the Islandfire's engines she brought the two ships to standstill, or as close to a standstill as one can get in an ever moving galaxy. Locking the controls, she got out of her seat, and got ready to head over. Tying her hair back in a quick ponytail she moved to the docking ring. It was small, but big enough for a person in a pressure suit to get through. From what the readings were telling her there was atmosphere on the other side though, and gravity too. She grabbed a gun, a flashlight, a nice black jacket (it was probably cold), and stuck a breathing mask on her utility belt in case there was poisonous gas or some nonsense.
Climbing up she popped the hatch and saw a whole lot of nothing. It was dark, and all her flashlight was showing her was some empty cargo bay.
I wonder if there's bacteria on board. If there is does it own the ship or am I allowed to keep it? she thought. There was no way that she hadn't been heard, but there didn't seem to be any signs of life stirring that she could see or hear. The air smelled funny, like there was mildew and mold starting to grow somewhere rather than anything dangerous. Depending on when the ship had last been checked there probably was. Microorganisms had the easiest time hitching a ride, and could survive almost anywhere if they had water, and some even without that.
"Anybody home?" She shouted, shining her flashlight around, and pointing her gun at various inanimate objects. She certainly hoped there wasn't anyone on the ship. She'd rather just explore a derelict ship than deal with someone dumb enough to actually be on it.
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