Station Theta-7, Hoth asteroid belt, Outer Territories
Chant Sindhu awakened with a gasp. Sitting up the blue Mon Calamari looked around in her barely lit cabin room. Seeing that she was alone Chant sighed, bowing her head. Stang it happened again. Her right hand began to shake and she struggled for a minute to make it stop.
Sighing again this time in frustration, Chant got out of her bunk. Grabbing a comms the spacer activated it. “Ness how long before we reach our destination?” The answer is a sentence of beeps and a squeak. Nodding before rolling one of her shoulders, Chant replied.
“Sounds good I’ll be on the bridge shortly.”
After a few minutes of getting her flight jacket and pants on, Chant walked out from the cabin. She went past the main hold, straight for the cockpit. The door slid open and revealed a green painted astromech who greeted her partner with a happy chirp. A grin escaped her.
“What would I do without ya old girl?”
Ness replied in droidspeak, projecting what sounded like a humorous tone. With an surpassed chuckle Chant took her seat before starting out at the blue and white lights of hyperspace. Such a sight never ceases to be beautiful to her. Checking the controls and systems and once satisfied she remarked.
“Looks like we'll be at Theta Station shortly. Hope you’re ready for oil bath Ness.”
Once Ness gave her an affirmative, Chant Sindhu pulled their freighter out of hyperspace. Once they did however the pair were greeted with an unexpected sight. What was supposed to be a thriving station on the outer edge of the asteroid field was instead wrecked. The remains of destroyed vessels floated nearby.
Ness let out a click, projecting concern while Chant exclaimed. “By the tides.”
@The Good Doctor