If Song had to describe her descent into Scipio’s atmosphere in one word, it was chaotic. Short of a nightmare, really. Her ship was in complete disarray. Worst of all, she was side by side with Valerie fucking Kryze. During situations like these, she’d learned the Mandalorian was not very comforting company to keep.
“Where exactly am I supposed to put this thing down?” Song shouted over the whir and screeches of various cockpit alarms. She could have sworn one of the engines was trailing smoke. “There’s not exactly a landing strip placed conveniently between all these cliffs.”
Song gestured through the cockpit window out to Scipio’s white mountain panorama. The ridges were sharp and steep, the canyons too narrow to pass through, and yet there she was, trying desperately to stay under the radar and lay low. She didn’t want to risk the Alternative—should they have spies or scout droids situated around the planet—to track their arrival. To succeed, she and Val would need the element of surprise on their side.
But neither did she have any idea what to expect from the planet. Song may have traveled the stars, but she'd never had the... pleasure ...to visit an icy wasteland like Scipio. If anything, she was already hoping never to visit it again.
Her ship continued to flash with alarm, whining like a bratty child. She prayed a good kick under the control panel might fix it, but nothing quite did the job. “If this flying piece of junk doesn’t shut up soon, I think I’m going to—“ As if in response, the ship violently rattled, shaking Song in her seat. Her hand instinctively clutched the buckle over her chest, only to sigh in relief as she looked at the dashboard. Thankfully, none of the engines had blown. Yet.
“Unbelievable,” she murmured, though not as loud for fear the ship might actually be listening.
@Mockingjay
“Where exactly am I supposed to put this thing down?” Song shouted over the whir and screeches of various cockpit alarms. She could have sworn one of the engines was trailing smoke. “There’s not exactly a landing strip placed conveniently between all these cliffs.”
Song gestured through the cockpit window out to Scipio’s white mountain panorama. The ridges were sharp and steep, the canyons too narrow to pass through, and yet there she was, trying desperately to stay under the radar and lay low. She didn’t want to risk the Alternative—should they have spies or scout droids situated around the planet—to track their arrival. To succeed, she and Val would need the element of surprise on their side.
But neither did she have any idea what to expect from the planet. Song may have traveled the stars, but she'd never had the... pleasure ...to visit an icy wasteland like Scipio. If anything, she was already hoping never to visit it again.
Her ship continued to flash with alarm, whining like a bratty child. She prayed a good kick under the control panel might fix it, but nothing quite did the job. “If this flying piece of junk doesn’t shut up soon, I think I’m going to—“ As if in response, the ship violently rattled, shaking Song in her seat. Her hand instinctively clutched the buckle over her chest, only to sigh in relief as she looked at the dashboard. Thankfully, none of the engines had blown. Yet.
“Unbelievable,” she murmured, though not as loud for fear the ship might actually be listening.
@Mockingjay
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