This entire operation was ‘off the record’. She hadn’t exactly told anyone she was going, mainly because she had obtained the intel through shady means. She had been on Nar Shaddaa when she wasn’t supposed to, she got attacked like she wasn’t supposed to, and she collected information from a dead red saber like she wasn’t supposed. That led her to the planet of Tund in a cheap, rental ship piloted by a faulty droid.
The dead man’s datapad had information on some ancient ‘magic’ and rituals that looked incredibly suspicious. However, it all pointed to more information on the terrorist group in general. She was finally hoping to have a lead on the group because she had nothing from the Arcanist, and she certainly wasn’t going to ask her only contact for help.
She was led to the planet of Tund through a series of complicated coordinates she had never seen before. Trys knew she was in trouble when she overestimated the remoteness of the planet, and the ship began to run out of fuel. Within moments, alarms began to blare, and they just barely began to careen through the planet’s atmosphere.
Trys let out a stream of curses, shoving the droid aside to take over manual control. She managed to level out the ship, but even then it crashed through a forest and into a deep swamp. The ship bounced and lurched, tumbling over to the side before it finally came to a stop.
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It was several hours till Trys came back into consciousness. She groaned as she moved the large piece of debris that was on her, finding it to be a miracle she was alive at all. Trys groaned as she looked down at her arm, spotting a large gash. Fortunately that was the worst injury outside of some cuts and bruises all over her body.
She rose to her feet, switching on her comlink’s flashlight to see. The droid was completely crushed, and she had to fight to try and push the door open. Once it did, she could see she was in the middle of nowhere. She was on a planet that probably had more of the terrorists. She had no way to find her way, and no one would help her out here.
Trys looked down at her comlink, finding no signal. She rushed over to the navicomputer of the ship, watching it start to die as it beeped its last. Before it could, she punched in a distress signal to send out specifically to another ship. It was almost automatic, and she only thought about what she did after the fact. Trys watched as the navicomputer finally died, leaving her completely and utterly stranded.
“Shit,” She whispered to herself in the dark.