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This thread is intended to introduce my character to the Rangers and procure a mode of transportation. Feel free to jump in however you'd like!
Jacen slapped at the panel and hauled back on the controls.
"Come on, you kriffing piece of drek! You've made it this far, you can at least set me down on this dustball of a planet without burying me in it!" he yelled at the ship as it hurtled towards the planet's surface.
"Sir, as I tried to inform you at the time, and have reminded you several times since, The Fallen Angel was the least prepared ship available at the impound lot when you, erm. . . "liberated" it from CorSec so the uh. . ." the droid's vocoder whirred momentarily as it engaged playback before continuing in Jacen's voice, "useless kriffing Sithspawn filth", the vocoder whirred again as the droid switched back to it's deep, authoritative voice, "couldn't make use of every last piece of Corellian property."
"Zeetee?", Jacen addressed the droid.
"Yes, sir?"
"Shut up!"
The Fallen Angel had been in sorry repair when Jacen had lifted it from the CorSec impound lot when he was escaping the Sith during the final days of the invasion, and his lack of mechanical know-how hadn't improved things. That, and he'd apparently been too drunk the last time he was planet-side to refuel the stupid thing.
Jacen slapped at the panel again, more out of frustration, than any mistaken belief that he could make the ship work any more efficiently through violence.
“Sir, your repeated striking won’t increase the amount of fuel in the ship’s tanks. Regardless of your acts of violence, we are going to crash,” the droid warned him.
“I thought I told you to shut up,” Jacen grumbled as he strapped himself into the pilot’s seat and braced for impact. Once he was secure, he turned to the security droid, “You might want to find some way to secure yourself for impact. As you pointed out, we’re about to crash.”
Jacen continued to manhandle the controls as the YT-1760 rapidly approached the surface of Zonju V. He managed to engage the landing struts and present her underside with just enough of a backdraft from completely plowing the ship through the crust. But he heard the scream of metal and several telltale snaps as the landing struts gave way and exploded under the force of impact, and an electrical hissing and acrid smoke came from the cargo hold, signaling the damage taken by the shields.
Once the ship quit moving, Jacen peeled his hands off the controls and groaned as he took stock of his limbs.
“Well. . . nothing broken on me. Any landing you can walk away from, right?”
“If you say so, sir”, Zeetee responded as he demagnetized himself from the wall.
Jacen unstrapped himself from the pilot’s chair and moved over to the communications console. He began rapidly pressing buttons as he keyed in the encrypted frequency he got from an undercover Jedi on some backwater world.
“It’s time to see if the information that Jedi gave me was any good,” he murmured to himself as he activated the comms.
“I’m sure it will be sir, Jedi are very reliable,” Zeetee interjected.
Jacen glared at the droid as he spoke into the comms, “This is former CorSec Sergeant Jacen Foretti hailing any available Rangers. A Jedi told me to contact you if I was interested in helping make the galaxy a safer place. I’ve crash-landed on your planet and my ship is damaged. I’m ok, but I’d appreciate a lift.”