Somewhere, Rolion Sector
Distress.
Distress calls had a way of putting someone on edge. It was uncommon for there to be emergency calls sent out in this region of space, rarer still for there to be no further word from the sending party. Killiks had supposedly attacked the Haughty Platter, an EF-70 Nebulon bulk freighter, but there had been nothing else transmitted from the vessel aside from its initial distress call. It was not normal and that warranted a heavier response from the Jedi as a result. Three Jedi had been sent to investigate the matter and hopefully bring order to chaos. What, exactly, the problem that needed to be solved was had yet to be determined. He could see the freighter and its aggressor locked together in a muted void-dance, so why was nobody answering the hails?
With a gentle tilt of his control stick, Eirik brought the Sunfang on an approach vector with the Platter. Once again, he opened a comms frequency with the freighter in the hopes of getting anything. ”Haughty Platter, this is the Sunfang of the Jedi Order,” he grumbled out, ”Does anyone read me?” There was a pause after he transmitted, then nothing but unnerving static and silence. Brows furrowed in frustrated thought, Eirik switched to a private frequency with the other Jedi of his response party as his ship glided silently through the void alongside the freighter.
”This is Sunwielder,” he said, bringing his ship in to prepare for docking procedures with the bulk freighter, ”No response from the Platter. Never heard of a total communications blackout on one of these things. You'd think with a thousand people on board, someone would pick up the phone.” It was the most unsettling part of the entire ordeal; an entire bulk freighter, capable of housing anywhere from a few hundred to over two thousand personnel, and not a single response from anyone onboard. With the killik ship nearby and utterly unmoving, the sinking feeling in his gut only sank lower.
His astromech began finalizing the calculations for a smooth docking procedure while he focused on bringing the ’Fang in smoothly. His wary eyes panned over the hull of the ship as he brought her in, searching for any signs of damage or battle, but finding none. Instead, he was met with the cold indifference of untouched quadanium. Everything about this operation seemed to put him on edge and he knew it was only going to get worse once they were inside.
He heaved a sigh as his ship made contact with the freighter and rose from the pilot’s seat, taking one last look out of the viewport at the drifting metal coffin ahead.
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