It'll be Fiiiiiine...

[Fennex Zeerda]

Ellora - High Atmosphere
Local time Unknown​

"So that's it then-" Fennex finished confidently to the motley surrounding group of Jedi he and young Jon had scraped together for this excursion, "-stick to the plan, keep it simple, and it'll all be fine. A blue milk run, is all this is."

The words had no sooner left Fennex's mouth before an ear-splitting thunderous crack filled the freighters interior spaces, the lights flickered, consoles sparked, and the ship shook so violently that it knocked Fen clear off the stool he had been perched on and sent him tumbling to the deck. The venerable old knight cartwheeled and sprawled across the deck on his belly, lamenting internally about the endless string of indignities he always seemed to be subjected to. His nails scrabbled on the polished plating as he struggled to his feet, alarm klaxons and flashing red lights blaring throughout the ship now. The fox fought is way stumbling towards the cockpit as turbulence buffeted the Jedi transport wildly. Well, so much for that blue milk...

The sensors had warned them about the storms as soon as they had dropped out of hyperspace near the planet. The massive storm cell circling the planet looked easy enough to dodge, but the numerous ancillary storms it spawned seemed unpridictable. Forks of lightning burst from the low atmosphere in all directions, arcing for miles from storm to storm and turning the atmosphere into a deadly crisscross of energy bolts. The ancient and degraded maps and texts he and Jon had stumbled across in the archives didn't mention that this lost Jedi world was a weather beaten deathrap, and certainly hadn't imparted any knowledge about how to deal with it. The knights had been lucky enough as is to determine the planets location from the corrupted, grossly out of date coordinates, partial starmaps, and vague references in that dusty old archive. Fennex supposed he should thank Alias in some small way- if not for her destruction of the Ossus temple the Jedi might never have found references to this lost world in the dusty old remnants of the archives. They'd barely even narrowed down the region this supposed lost temple was supposed to be in.

Fennex burst into the cockpit as warnings blared and leaped into the copilots chair- the one he'd had equipped with his booster seat and pedal extenders- and started checking the readings. They'd taken a direct lightning strike that had overloaded the ships central computer and power generators, frying most of their vital system controls. The autopilot had been programmed to avoid the worst of the planets atmospheric anomalies and find them a safe place to land and begin their search, but it seemed like an errant storm had overloaded the sensors and overwhelmed the aging navigation computer. They were running on backup power and auxiliary systems all around, relegated to manual flight control without any of the usual aids- and that wasn't going to get them to the ground safely.

WARNING WARNING WARNING- the emergency display screen screeched in trill sounds and bold red aurabek lettering- RAPID ALTITUDE LOSS DETECTED. UNCONTROLLED LANDING IMMINENT. EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.

Fennex grabbed hold of the control yoke and braced himself with the Force as rain pounded the wind screen and lightning cast shadows through the cockpit. Yet another very wet crash landing. Just what he'd always wanted. Fennex called out a warning of his own over his shoulder as the ship ran roughshod through the seemingly endless clouds and ceaseless lightning:

"Hold on to your butts!"

@Insalius @Wit @Faster Than Light @Deviant @Cheshire @Nightfall096 @Plebometer @Zigara @Fyremage

 

[Jon Atreides]

Jon almost winced when Fennex said the words. Most people would not expect a Jedi to be superstitious, but it was something he had picked up from his parents. And smugglers were notoriously superstitious. And as if on cue, there was a loud crack almost as soon as Fennex spoke.

While Fennex was thrown to the floor, Jon himself slammed into the bulkhead, going to the floor in a mess. While the more nimble Fennex ran off to the cockpit, Jon took a little longer to regain his footing. Would be real funny if after all the trouble they went to to find this place, their little expedition ended before they even laid a foot on the planet. All those hours in the archives, all the dust inhaled, it would all be for nothing. And all because Fennex had to go and run his mouth. Why tempt fate, specially when they were so close to being successful.

Stepping into the cockpit, he stopped behind the pilot's seat, grabbing onto it to steady himself as Fennex guided the ship through the storm. "Blue milk run. You just had to say it, didn't you?"

 

[Spencer Ward]

A blue milk run? That doesn't even sound attractive really. The recently minted Jedi Master Spencer Ward was around as the Arman Jedi Crusader was speaking, with assurances that everything will "be fine" as the young Jedi was pretty bored, with his eyes closed but awake. It was a really long flight, it's not often the Jedi Shadowmaster finds himself in the Unknown Regions. Apparently Fennex Zeerda and Jon Atriedes found some old texts in the archives about this planet Ellora in which they have been en route towards which apparently also has a lost Jedi Temple as well. Everything was going good, before the weather all of a sudden started flaring up, starting with a loud thundering sound and then everything inside the ship started going haywire and the ship was heavily shaking, causing Spencer to lose his balance and his head hit a metal wall in the interior. Ouch. "Ugggh shit..." Spencer lamented as he tried to get back on his feet while putting a hand on the top of his head where his head collided the ships bulkhead. Jon and Fennex have went into the cockpit while the to brace the ship for landing as the ship is clearly out of control. Well kriff, if Spencer was going to die, the Jedi Shadow would like to think he would at least go down fighting against the Exiles and/or the Cartel, not dying on some planet nobody can be bothered to remember. But putting that behind him, Spencer finds a seat and makes his way with all due haste. From there he would get himself seated and strap in, following Fennex' advice. Landing is going to be rough, that's inevitable, now hopefully it won't be too rough.

 

[Vollen Shai]

With a crack the thunder outside shook the freighter as the lightning struck, snapping out the power and sending them on a collision course with the planet below. This wasn't how he saw this going, or any of them it seemed. Despite the frustration, the mood was calm. That made sense really, a bunch of Jedi on a sinking ship, how else was it supposed to look but composed, and collected?

Well, he wasn't exactly feeling it.

But he'd try to at least, as he strapped himself in next to Master Ward. They hadn't met yet, though this trip seemed quite the time to make the acquaintance of many Jedi. Hopefully that'd still be the case after they crashed. The thought of a hidden Jedi temple had sent shivers down Vollen's spine when he heard about it, this was what he was here for. Their gathering at the temple before they'd left, even on the flight here, Vollen had been so confident, so full of energy for it, for the chance to see parts of the galaxy no one had seen in many a year. Now he just breathed deep, and tried to put himself in a trance as the ship was going down. Hopefully the force wouldn't let anything happen to him. It hadn't yet, despite everything.

The Order needed this too. There was no war, no conflict, but so many could feel it, worried about it on sleepless nights and in the temple halls, unspoken to one another. Better they knew where they stood, and what support they'd have. The temple on Ellora would have been just that, another foothold and sacred site, as well as a brilliant piece of perspective for them all, Vollen thoguht so at least. It was the last thought he had before closing his eyes and washing his mind of the imminent danger before him.

 

[Solyan]

The ship rumbled and shuddered as if struck by the outstretched claw of a Rancor, with the lights flashing and warning alarms blaring throughout the ship. And while it seemed many of his fellow Jedi on board had suffered the consequences of their actions and slammed into different areas of the ship as soon as they had hit turbulence, Solyan did not suffer the same fate. He was strapped into one of the seats within the ship already, his hood drawn over his head and his eyes closed. He had been this way ever since they had exited lightspeed over Elora – for perhaps even an hour prior to that even. To the observer, he was but one of the several Jedi on board, and it was altogether likely he had escaped notice of most of his companions given he often elected to keep to himself. And when they began their approach to Elora, he felt the need to center himself and prepare for what he suspected to be a rough entry.

While Solyan did not feign to know what the others didn’t, and therefore took his precautions because he knew they would inevitably hit turbulence and such, being a Consular of the order, he had done his fair share of research and exploration after the end of the civil war. He couldn’t say he knew a lot about Elora, but rumors of its weather had reached his ears throughout his travels, which led him to want to take such a precaution in the event his suspicions were correct. He cared not how it made him appear amongst his peers, as in the worst case he would appear to be meditating – which he was also doing. As they approached closer to the planet, he reached out through the force to become feel a pulse of the planet they were about to enter. So much could be told through a planet’s tie with the force. That much was evident by the existence of planets containing strong ties to the light and the dark. The prospect of rediscovering a planet to suit the needs of the Jedi was exciting, and despite the Feeorin’s age, he could still get excited at such things.

When they hit turbulence, his body shook but otherwise remained strapped into the seat. The jolt however had disturbed his concentration, and he looked around him as if snapping out of a trance. His companions had been able to get to their seats, and it was then that he mused how much younger than him they all were – some of them even being masters, while he was still a knight at his age of one-hundred and fifty three. One may well be puzzled by why he was still a Jedi Knight, and not a master of the same stature as his peer Master Wyck, and the answer to that question would be both long and personal. Suffice to say, he had come a long way in the time he had taken for himself. He had returned from his self-imposed hermitage to rejoin his brothers and make the galaxy a better place, which was why he was here after restoring contact with the order. He closed his eyes again as he reached out with the force again to keep his mind clear and calm, and in part to reach out with the force to help guide the hand and reflexes of his fellow Jedi that was attempting to soften their landing. He trusted in the skill of his companion knight, but if Solyan could help even to a small measure, he would. It was certainly better than sitting here and cracking jokes about blue milk.

 

[Jinlo Halan]

Increasing the grip on the edge of the seat her knuckles whitening as she felt the ship shudder from the turbulence, by nature the young raven haired Jedi wasn't typically nervous during space travel, but given her track record when piloting a ship anything out of the ordinary was enough to make her uncomfortable. Letting a small panicked yelp escape her lips as she could feel the ship suddenly drop in altitude, the brief moment of zero gravity was enough to turn her stomach. Slowly she took a deep breath to try and re center her nerves a little, the last time she had felt a ship drop like that was on her final approach to the space port that served the Jedi temple on Jedha, when one of the engines flamed out forcing her to make a crash landing. Something that she was fortunate to walk away from with some minor scrapes, bruising and a dislocated shoulder.

Glancing briefly around the Jedi that surrounded her within the passenger compartment, her ice blue glowing irises regarded the looks on each person's face, many remained stoic in the face of the bumpy ride, others were showing similar signs of discomfort. Slowly taking a deep breath as she closed her eyes, allowing the Force to flow through her as she focused her mind, trying to keep herself centred in her belief in the Force, it had guided her hand this far with only minor injuries to account for.

Whilst she allowed the energies of the Force to flow through her, she reached out into her wider surroundings, she could feel the planet to which was their destination, the light of the resident nexus shining like a bright beacon amidst the tumultuous ion storms that engulfed the upper atmosphere of the planet. It was didn't seem like such a surprise now that the temple they were setting out to rediscover had been lost from memory for so long, the violent storms that were rocking the ship had completely masked the presence of the Nexus to anyone that may pass the planet, it wasn't until the ship had breached the upper storms that the young consular could feel it.

 

[Bruce Guleya]

Bruce Guleya - a new Master within the Order - was aboard a shuttle with a group of like minded Jedi with the intent of discovering a whole new world and a whole new home; a home in which the Jedi Order could really need as they'd fallen on tough times. He hadn't meant any of these people, even in the time as a Jedi he missed so many of them - but that was the issue with just an organization widely spread. This expedition seemed fitting to him, this would be his first act as a master of the order and while the frame was not something he cared for, he suspected his passions would serve them well. As the shuttle hurdled through hyperspace, Bruce was reviewing the stock of their medical and field kits; Jedis had the greatest ally to mend wounds and purge toxins, but the Force wasn't as all mighty as the common citizens of the galaxy would have thought it. You needed actual supplies and tangible items to give you that extra mile to keep on fighting.

Satisfied with his findings, he was about to move onto a new task but he became aware that they'd be exiting hyperspace soon. Bruce's preferred travel had always been that of public transit, it seemed to give him more anonymity and allowed him to always remember what his purpose was. As such, every time he boarded a flight he often reverted back to being a commoner and the rituals familiar with such travel. He found a seat and strapped himself in, the shuttle should have a smooth transition he had thought - the pilot seemed more then capable. He waited peacefully for the shuttle to begin entering the atmosphere, as he did that he listened to the Amaran.

Bruce was a scholar by heart. In his off hours he always lingered in the Great Library of Ossus going over the texts, sometimes multiple times. He had heard of various temples and nexuses hidden away in the vast galaxy, but he never had the means to advance to all of these wondrous sites - which was probably a good thing; see Bruce had a terrible flaw, a flaw that often consumed his time. One of issues was when he found something new, he often kept himself there trying to unlock most if not all secrets of the place, granted he had been getting better at prying himself away from such locations. Nonetheless, if they were successful here on Ellora there would be a real good chance he'd remain on the temple grounds getting it ready for future generations all the while studying it.

And then it happened, the jolt of electricity the rock of the winds and the imminent low altitude warnings, the temporary loss of power to all systems while the auxiliary systems kicked on, and the klaxons - why did it have to be klaxons?! Last time he dealt with these alarms he destroyed a console just to make it stop... but that was out of the question this time around. This wasn't a pirate base or vessel; he actually had (who he assumed would be) friends here. He took a deep breath, gripping his seat - although a saying, he sort of actually followed through with holding on to his butt. He opened his mind to calm it, he loosened his body to prevent major injuries upon 'landing.' It looked like his talents would be needed much sooner than later, unless, Force Wills it, no injuries would be sustained among this crew.

 

[Brodie Nico]

Brodie was already praying that he was going to make it through this flight. He always had a fear of ships and spaceflight, ever since he was a child after all. This was Brodie's worst nightmare after all, and he was currently experiencing it around some of the most esteemed masters that the Jedi Order had to offer. Brodie had to contain himself, after all, while he was currently trying not to have a an extreme panic attack infront of the Jedi.

However when the lightning struck the ship, Brodie knew that this ship was doomed to fail. So as soon as the alarms started to scream loudly, that was when Brodie knew that he was in the deep shit. So Brodie bolted to his seat, noticing Spencer out the corner of his eye so Brodie made sure that he tried not to freak out around him. However he clutched his seat for dear life, his knuckles going white from clutching his seat so hard. Deep Breaths Brodie thought to himself quietly, taking deep breaths in and out as he prepared for impact.

 

[Mikko Wexler]

Jedi Master Mikko Wexler could feel how nervous everyone else was, especially when the ship was hit by lightning. He'd known there would have been some problems with the trip, as nothing worth anything ever came easily. He'd done his best to stay calm for all the others, though he could see that the current situation would test even their mettle. He wasn't going to let them succumb to terror or despair, though, not if he could help it. Gathering in the Force, he tried to exude an aura of calm throughout the ship. It may not completely alleviate the terror or anxiety, but it should help the others retain their minds and be able to act quickly enough in case there was a true emergency. It wasn't much, but it was all he could do.

Well, almost all he could do. He knew that Brodie was afraid of flying in ships, something he'd learned from a special night with the young man, and so had elected to sit next to him to try to protect him. The Shistavanen could see how terrified the Jedi was now, clinging so tightly to his seat, that he felt he had to do something. He wrapped his arms around Brodie, pulling him into a gentle, loving embrace to try to keep him safe and to comfort him. "It'll be okay. I promise I'll protect you, no matter what happens. I won't let anything hurt you. You'll be okay." He ran his hands through the young man's hair, trying to do what he could to keep him calm. It was a dire situation, but he would do everything he could to bring them all to safety.

@Cheshire

 

[Fennex Zeerda]

"Oh, shut it you teen-heartthrob looking little-"

Fennex started at Jon before the ship was rocked by a particularly vicious bout of turbulence, disrupting his train of thought as he struggled with the ships controls. The freighters windscreen was being relentlessly pelted by great big globs of rain, but through it the Knight could just barely make out their path- a darkly swirling wind tunnel through the raging storm. The ships systems were still cycling, trying desperately to reboot after the sudden surge of electricity even though many systems were totally fried- flashing red characters scrolled over the consoles readouts, telling Fennex all about how screwed they were. His mind worked quickly as he and Jon struggled with the controls to keep the ship level through the high velocity winds, and his paws moved swiftly across the consoles, occasionally having to reach a bit.

"Re-route emergency power to the sublight engines from fire-control and the hyperdrive!" he called to his co-pilot, "If we bypass the atmospheric speed limiters we should be able to-"

Fen was cut short once again by another brilliant flash, accompanied by the communications console to his right exploding in a shower of sparks- singing his fur where the fiery little bolts landed- just before all of the cockpit lights went dead. Fennex told himself not to panic- a difficult prospect when the control stick was unresponsive and he felt the (unfortunately familiar) gut wrenching feeling of his stomach rising up inside him as the ships inertial dampners went out, meaning there was nothing to help keep their feet on the deck as the ship... uh... The ship started going into free fall, coasting through the sky without any power of its own. Not great.

"Uh... new plan- I highly recommend you find an escape pod!" He shouted over his shoulder,

"Or brace for impact, pray to the Force, and hope for the best- your call, but I know what I'd choose...." He muttered under his breath, glancing over at Jon as he slammed his fist repeatedly into the power button, trying to reboot the ship and get power to the engines. There was no way they'd make it to an escape pod with the inertial dampeners out. If they weren't strapped into the cockpit seats, they'd probably be stuck to the ceiling just now. He looked over at Jon and shook his snout.

"I've got a bad feeling about this."

 

[Vollen Shai]

The shout from Fennex broke Vollen's concentration, how it hadn't already been by the wracking the freighter was receiving he had no idea. Though from the look of things, that was going to be for the best. The ship was taking a beating, power going down and steering way off, the storm had thrown this little party into disarray.

He glanced around the cabin, the other Jedi were strapping and preparing themselves for a rocky landing, but now it was apparently time to leave this thing properly before it went straight into the ground. Emergency lights whirled round, lighting the place in a strange half light, the occasional burst of lightning outside illuminating their faces. It wasn't somewhere he'd want to stay, he'd been on enough ships in situations like this to know it was best to be moving away from the ground, or, at least heading toward it by choice. So, that'd be what they had to do,

"Escape pods are this way, let's not stick around if we don't have to" he said, unstrapping himself from the seat and moving down the hallway. He stopped to usher past those that followed, but they wouldn't have the luxury of time now. Mashing the open button, Vollen threw open the door to the pod. As he let the other by, his thoughts on Fennex and Jon in the cockpit, hopefully they could get out in time. Hopefully they all would. And hopefully they'd all find eachother down on the planet below.

 

[Solyan]

Solyan could feel his weight begin to shift upward, but he was retrained thanks to the straps across his form. He could hear a yell from the cockpit directing them to make their way to the escape pods, which he was in full agreement with. He slowly set about unclasping himself from his restraints, which meant he immediately surged upward and hit the ceiling of the craft hard.

He wasted little time however, as he summoned the force and pushed himself toward the escape pod. He was able to make enough headway to pull himself into the pod and brace himself along the entrance, assisting Vollen in guiding more Jedi into the pod as they labored into the craft.

 

[Jinlo Halan]

Opening her eyes as the announcement came over the tannoy for the Jedi on-board to abandon ship, momentarily conveying a look of panic. Inwardly cursing her luck with space travel, so far she had been in two crashes and this one was now shaping up to be number three! Taking her lead from the others around her she prepared to release the restraints that was keeping her secured in place.

Internally counting down from five before she released the locking clasp, she braced herself for the inevitable impact against the cold durateel bulkhead, wrapping the Force around her to dampen the blow. Her face wincing as her hip connected with one of the protrtuing support beams, taking another deep breath she counted the wave of pain out, whilst holding a tight grip against the frame of the bulkhead.

Turning her attention to where the other Jedi were gradually filtering through, her gaze narrowing as she focused on her target, the door way that would lead her to the escape pods. Closing her eyes she focused the Force throughout and around her, internally visualising how she would use the Force to safety propel and direct herself through the passageway without getting struck by the wildly moving ship. Navigating a ship in zero gravity was bad enough, but without inertia dampeners made it practically impossible.

Taking one last deep breath, she held her eyes closed, before kicking off from the bulkhead, and committing herself, stretching out her trembling hands she reached out ahead of her as she used the Force to guide her to the entrance of where the escape pods were housed. As soon as her hands made contact with something she would hold on tight and hope she didn't have further to go.

 

[Mikko Wexler]

When the message came over the comms to abandon the ship, Mikko knew Brodie would probably be terrified. The young man was very brave in combat, as all Shadows tended to be, but most people had something that terrified them despite their training. For Mikko, it was loneliness, for Brodie it appeared to be ships. Keeping the human in his embrace, Mikko undid both their restraints to pick him up in his arms as one would carry a bride across the threshold. He'd try to keep Brodie concentrating on him, on his feel, on his scent, on as much of him as he could while he carried the young man to one of the escape pods. Mikko couldn't see if there was anyone else in the one he chose, but at the moment that wasn't the most important thing for him. Protecting this precious person to him was. He nuzzled the human's hair and tried to hum to him to keep him calm, holding him close as he buckled them in for what would most likely be a very bumpy ride. Even if it killed him, he'd do his best to keep this living cinnamon roll from any harm.

@Cheshire

 

[Bruce Guleya]

Bruce acknowledged the need to make it to the escape pods. A decision he wasn't prepared to argue with; he was good, just not good enough to stop an entire ship from crashing into the ground. Although he did muse over the thought of what if; what if they all worked together in a single big epic control of the Force? There would have been enough Jedi to be able to do that. Enough Masters strong in the will of the Force to guide the Knights through the efforts to stop the ship - it might have worked. But it was merely a hypothetical scenario, an opportunity they'd not get this day.

Bruce witnessed the rest of the team remove their restraints, he found himself not too far behind them as he unclipped the buckle, allow his body to fall with the ship - he had a control though, he maintained the grasp to prevent any serious injuries or even the minors. He was well aware of the situation inside and the fact that the dampers had lost power; Bruce dangled for a moment just a mere second as he allowed himself to reorient and looking for the direction he needed to go. He saw the direction to the pods, he nodded to himself and pushed for the ushers and the pods. Bruce did little to delay the transition and as he pasted Vollen he nodded at him, an exchange needed no words. He leapt into a pod at random and buckled himself in preparing himself for the sudden g-force the pod would exhibit when it was launched. He had no idea who he was with, and at this point in the adventure - it didn't matter. He would work well with whomever it was and he would not let anyone fail or worse, get injured when they got to the surface.

 

[Spencer Ward]

The Jedi Shadowmaster's head is still ringing from him dinging his head on the ship's bulkhead earlier, and to make things worse, another flash of light blasted in the sky and then he can see sparks showering off in the cockpit, you didn't need a cold shift in the Force to figure out that staying in the ship isn't a good idea at this point (although there was a shift in the Force too anyway). With that, Spencer would unstrap himself from his seat and then get out, making his way towards the escape pods, that's what everyone else was doing too following in Fennex' suggestion. He would be holding his bruise with one arm and with the other Spencer would be holding on to anything in reach along the way to help keep his balance from the turbulence and shakiness the freighter is getting. Deep breaths too, Panicking does nothing save for making things worse. Keep calm and carry on as they say.

 

[Jon Atreides]

"Teen heartthrob?" Jon was in the process of strapping himself down in the co-pilot's seat when Fennex dropped that on him and he was left flustered by it for just the right moment for the ship to rock yet again. Jon slipped awkwardly in the co-pilot's seat before he was able to strap himself in.

Gazing from the viewport to the displays in front of him and back to the viewport, Jon felt his heart drop. Things were not looking up for them. Doing his best to help Fennex control the ship, his hands flew across the console as he tried to do as the Amaram Jedi asked. That's when the console exploded in a shower of sparks and the all the display went dark. This was most definitely not going as well as they might have liked.

As the ship fell into free fall, Jon did his best to try and keep calm, but when you're imitating a flightless bird jumping off a cliff. It was most definitely too late for Fennex and him to get to an escape pod, but at least the other ought to make it down to the surface safely. As Fennex repeatedly slapped the power button to try and bring the ship back to life, Jon let go of the console and opened himself up to the Force. As Fennex muttered about a bad feeling, Jon nodded as he reached out with the Force, envisioning a protective bubble around himself and Fennex. Their fate was in the hands of the Force now.

 

[Fennex Zeerda]

Fennex struck the console. Nothing happened. He struck it again. Nothing happened again. The knight pounded his furry fist on the console for a third time as wind and rain pelted the cockpit viewscreen. On that third try, nothing continued to happen.

"Oh, come off it you busted bucket of bolts!" Fen shouted at the ship.

The freighter plummeted through the endless grey clouds, lit periodically by brilliant flashes of lightning. They weren't so much gliding gracefully into a crash vector as they were tumbling like a rock through this high altitude storm. What a miserable place, Fen thought. Not at all what he had imagined when he first heard about the place. With any luck, the crash would kill him before he had to deal with his fur being soaking wet. He Pulled hard on the control yoke with all his Force assisted might, trying desperately to pull the craft out of its rapid descent, but it was no use. Without power, the stick was as dead as the engines. They were a paperweight. Fennex collapsed into his control seat and sagged against his restraints, exhausted by his efforts. He felt the shudder of the escape pods loosing themselves from the freighter, and took solace that at least some of them might make it- if they didn't crash into the vast ocean and drown, of course. The ship finally broke through the cloud layer- waaaay too close to the ground- and for the first time in many centuries, the Jedi laid their eyes on the lost world of Ellora.

"Well Jon," Fenenx sighed, fishing out his tea decanter, "May the Force be with us." Knowing they were pretty much doomed, for the first time in his life Fennex wished there was something in his knapsack a little stronger than tea. He would have really liked to have a drink before he died. What an undignified way to go. He took a long drag of the hot liquid, and went to pass it to Jon- unprepared for the G-Forces beyond the edge of his seat. They ripped the batter metal decanter out of his hands and sent it smashing into a control panel behind him. The ship shuddered, the console lights flickered, and the engines slowly coughed back to life. Fen laughed in surprise, and cursed gleefully at his console"Farkled Mynock Balls, I'll never call you a bucket of bolts again!"

Maybe they wouldn't all die after all. They were definitely about to crash, but maybe they wouldn't die. Maybe.

"PULL UP!" Fennex shouted at both his copilot and the ship as he grabbed the primary control yoke once again, the engines coughing and sputtering in fits, giving him only intermittent power. It was going to take both of them to avoid plummeting nose first into the massive, mountainous island looming in front of the viewscreen.

"PUUUULLLLLLLL UUUUUUPPPP!!!"

 

[Vollen Shai]

As the ships power flooded back to its systems and Fennex yanked at the ships controls, Vollen was thrown from his grip on the escape pod and across onto the freighter floor. Struggling to his feet he glanced inside the first escape pod, now filled with his companions as they strapped themselves in for launch. There wasn't a chance he could get in there safely, certainly not with the others that still had to board.

With his free hand he slammed the door mechanism for the pod, and sealed it tight, it was their time to go. Vollen on the other hand needed a way out, happily then, there was more than one pod on this damned ship. But looking up he saw Master Ward stumbling forward, toward the back of the ship,

"Spencer!" He called out "Last pod, you in?" possibly not time for such lightheartedness, but force, if this was it then may as well go out smiling. Vollen smacked the release on the pods door, and ran across to Spencer, helping him inside. Despite Fennex and Jons' piloting, he could feel the ship still plummeting toward the planet, their altitude decreasing rapidly. There would not be long until they crashed into the topside, and Vollen didn't particularly want to be inside it when it did.

With them aboard, that was the last of the group tucked away beside the pilots, though he didn't know what he could do for them now. Reaching for the launch button, it was time to see Ellora, one way or another.


@Faster Than Light

 

[Solyan]

As the pods began to fill up, Solyan quickly strapped himself in. He was with master Vollen, and another master. Master Ward he believed? He had little time to meditate on that as the release button was hit by Vollen shortly after they entered the pod. The Feeorin closed his eyes and began to center himself, hoping to reach out to the force to maintain his composure. It served little to panic in such situations. The force would guide them now, and would ultimately decide their fates.