Xakaia had always found the white-blue streaks of hyperspace beautiful, ever since she was a child. A familiar beeping on unfamiliar controls warned her of the impending emergence into subspace. With a groan and a gasped breath, the Ubese nomad deactivated the alarm. Pain shot through her abdomen at the movement. Hand clutched at her bandaged side, Xakaia patiently awaited the navicomputer's countdown. Pain once more lanced through her, and she gritted her teeth as she pulled the lever to drop out of hyperspace as the countdown hit zero.
The stretched stars that had flung past the viewport of the stolen pirate ship shrunk to pinpoints in a sea of black. The gas giant planet Ajara hung suspended before her. Another hissed breath as she steered the ship towards one of its moons, the jungle moon of Ajan Kloss. Supposedly this moon was where the Jedi called home. Xakaia wasn't sure if she could ever call any one place home.
Alarms rang on the control board in front of her, signalling that one of the remaining pirates aboard were trying to break through the weak encryption she had managed to place on the engineering bay controls from the locked down cockpit. Kriffing scum, why can't they all just die already. Searching the controls, she found what she was looking for. With the flick of a switch, she cut life support to the ship. Suffocate worms. Xakaia had enough air to last her the descent, and then some. With luck, the pirates would all be dead by the time she landed.
Opening a communication line to the planet below, Xakaia hoped the damned jedi below could hear her. "Jedi. I am… a Jedi. I am injured." Her raspy whisper carrying over the space to the planet below where the Jedi would hopefully pick up the open transmission. It was almost physically painful to call herself one of those monsters below, unbidden memories of her parent's accusatory cries as they turned on her rising in her mind. "I seek landing. And… medical… treatment." Eyelids fluttering under her helmet, Xakaia pulled her hand away from the bandaged wound. Her gloves had spots of blood on them.
OOC: Open to Jedi.
The stretched stars that had flung past the viewport of the stolen pirate ship shrunk to pinpoints in a sea of black. The gas giant planet Ajara hung suspended before her. Another hissed breath as she steered the ship towards one of its moons, the jungle moon of Ajan Kloss. Supposedly this moon was where the Jedi called home. Xakaia wasn't sure if she could ever call any one place home.
Alarms rang on the control board in front of her, signalling that one of the remaining pirates aboard were trying to break through the weak encryption she had managed to place on the engineering bay controls from the locked down cockpit. Kriffing scum, why can't they all just die already. Searching the controls, she found what she was looking for. With the flick of a switch, she cut life support to the ship. Suffocate worms. Xakaia had enough air to last her the descent, and then some. With luck, the pirates would all be dead by the time she landed.
Opening a communication line to the planet below, Xakaia hoped the damned jedi below could hear her. "Jedi. I am… a Jedi. I am injured." Her raspy whisper carrying over the space to the planet below where the Jedi would hopefully pick up the open transmission. It was almost physically painful to call herself one of those monsters below, unbidden memories of her parent's accusatory cries as they turned on her rising in her mind. "I seek landing. And… medical… treatment." Eyelids fluttering under her helmet, Xakaia pulled her hand away from the bandaged wound. Her gloves had spots of blood on them.
OOC: Open to Jedi.