The freighter dropped out of hyperspace in the Outer Rim, not in the perimeter of any planet or moon but on the edges of an asteroid field. Rocks spiraled around the belt, daring pilots to traverse them, but this one had no intention to.
The Star’s Sanctum bore two pilots that endless night. The Force was their guide, nothing new there, but especially so as they traversed the uncharted; theirs was no world but an aimless asteroid that might have once belonged to one.
The mission was a briefing from the Council about a distress signal coming all the way from nowhere. It was difficult to discern whether the sender was a Jedi or an affiliate of the Order but they definitely knew how to code their transmission so that the right eyes and ears would receive it.
“Cut thrust for one thousand meter. Match vector. Ready the drone.” Vayla requested of her co-pilot, Padawan Leonkri, aiding her in this mission.
The ship’s thrusters burned short as it anchored into orbit around a large asteroid skirting the edges of the field. After a probe verified the terrain, failing to zone in on the signal’s exact position or what it looked like, the freighter found a safe path and set down toward the asteroid’s surface.
Whether the crew of the Star’s Sanctum would find sanctum or a snake pit remained to be seen. Vayla knew that, ultimately, anyone could have sent that distress signal, and whether ship or probe or something else, the Jedi were about to find out who and what.
Together, the pair of Knight and Padawan descended the ramp and stepped upon stone with space suits sealed tight. “That canyon over there,” Vayla affirmed from her scanner. “Yes, definitely in that area. Not far.”
The Star’s Sanctum bore two pilots that endless night. The Force was their guide, nothing new there, but especially so as they traversed the uncharted; theirs was no world but an aimless asteroid that might have once belonged to one.
The mission was a briefing from the Council about a distress signal coming all the way from nowhere. It was difficult to discern whether the sender was a Jedi or an affiliate of the Order but they definitely knew how to code their transmission so that the right eyes and ears would receive it.
“Cut thrust for one thousand meter. Match vector. Ready the drone.” Vayla requested of her co-pilot, Padawan Leonkri, aiding her in this mission.
The ship’s thrusters burned short as it anchored into orbit around a large asteroid skirting the edges of the field. After a probe verified the terrain, failing to zone in on the signal’s exact position or what it looked like, the freighter found a safe path and set down toward the asteroid’s surface.
Whether the crew of the Star’s Sanctum would find sanctum or a snake pit remained to be seen. Vayla knew that, ultimately, anyone could have sent that distress signal, and whether ship or probe or something else, the Jedi were about to find out who and what.
Together, the pair of Knight and Padawan descended the ramp and stepped upon stone with space suits sealed tight. “That canyon over there,” Vayla affirmed from her scanner. “Yes, definitely in that area. Not far.”
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