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nexus_sages2016-02-15 11:58 am
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Anxious Smuggler's Arrival ...
Han awakes with a start when the Millennium Falcon makes the familiar groans that the old YT-1300 tends to make when it drops out of light speed. As if the metal and the collective components that made up his beloved ship could somehow be catching it's breath.
Rubbing the sleep out of the eyes, the pilot peers at the planet-scape before him. He can't put his finger on it, but right away, this place doesn't feel like anywhere Han had ever been before. It looks unassuming enough, but it definitely doesn't resemble Kashyyyk, which is where he was supposed to be headed.
Before he can even begin to look down at the navigation panel and confirm that he didn't make an error calculating his jump, he hears a low pitch chime. A chime that tells him that this place that he's in, wherever it is, is uncharted in the Falcon's navi-computer. Which is slightly unsettling because if there's one thing he doesn't sacrifice on this ship, it's the navigation. He updates his system frequently and honestly, prides himself on the detail and complexities of his maps.
Followed slightly after the 'uncharted space' ding comes another chime that he's not happy to hear. It's the one that indicates 'low fuel'. This time Han is the one groaning as sets his communications instruments to scan for open signals. He's gonna have to land here. And he doesn't know a thing about this place.
It should be a matter of seconds before they find a channel or the planet's own airspace comm hails him. A good thirty seconds pass and nothing. Then a full minute.
His lip reflexively starts to curl into a frown. 'Is this place uninhabited?' He wonders. Han's not sure that he has enough fuel to jump somewhere else because he has no idea where he actually is, but that would be his preference right about now.
Shit.
As the Falcon starts to drift closer to the planet, he can see terrain and water. It looks like a planet that can sustain life. That's something good, at least, but his empty stomach starts to churn with worry all the same. He wishes Chewie was here. Not that the wookie could do anything to make the situation any better, but, at least he wouldn't be ... you know, alone.
As the ship lowers into the planet's gravity, the pilot looks on desperately for civilization at least. Having to land on a planet and then needing to discover and refine your own fuel, by yourself, would be a nightmare. When he starts to see buildings and something of a city, he breathes a sigh of moderate relief.
He gets the ship on terra, a mile or two away from the outskirts of this place. With no means to hide his ship, he has to trust that it will be relatively safe here for the time being.
He grabs a breathing mask, fits it to his face, and with blaster in hand, leaves the Falcon behind.
He starts into town toward the forum, the centralized area and hopefully a marketplace, where he sees other figures lurking about.
((Hi everyone. New here. Have a Star Wars muse? He's been lurking at some dressing rooms, but we're looking for a regular place to play. Anyone's welcome to tag him.))
Rubbing the sleep out of the eyes, the pilot peers at the planet-scape before him. He can't put his finger on it, but right away, this place doesn't feel like anywhere Han had ever been before. It looks unassuming enough, but it definitely doesn't resemble Kashyyyk, which is where he was supposed to be headed.
Before he can even begin to look down at the navigation panel and confirm that he didn't make an error calculating his jump, he hears a low pitch chime. A chime that tells him that this place that he's in, wherever it is, is uncharted in the Falcon's navi-computer. Which is slightly unsettling because if there's one thing he doesn't sacrifice on this ship, it's the navigation. He updates his system frequently and honestly, prides himself on the detail and complexities of his maps.
Followed slightly after the 'uncharted space' ding comes another chime that he's not happy to hear. It's the one that indicates 'low fuel'. This time Han is the one groaning as sets his communications instruments to scan for open signals. He's gonna have to land here. And he doesn't know a thing about this place.
It should be a matter of seconds before they find a channel or the planet's own airspace comm hails him. A good thirty seconds pass and nothing. Then a full minute.
His lip reflexively starts to curl into a frown. 'Is this place uninhabited?' He wonders. Han's not sure that he has enough fuel to jump somewhere else because he has no idea where he actually is, but that would be his preference right about now.
Shit.
As the Falcon starts to drift closer to the planet, he can see terrain and water. It looks like a planet that can sustain life. That's something good, at least, but his empty stomach starts to churn with worry all the same. He wishes Chewie was here. Not that the wookie could do anything to make the situation any better, but, at least he wouldn't be ... you know, alone.
As the ship lowers into the planet's gravity, the pilot looks on desperately for civilization at least. Having to land on a planet and then needing to discover and refine your own fuel, by yourself, would be a nightmare. When he starts to see buildings and something of a city, he breathes a sigh of moderate relief.
He gets the ship on terra, a mile or two away from the outskirts of this place. With no means to hide his ship, he has to trust that it will be relatively safe here for the time being.
He grabs a breathing mask, fits it to his face, and with blaster in hand, leaves the Falcon behind.
He starts into town toward the forum, the centralized area and hopefully a marketplace, where he sees other figures lurking about.
((Hi everyone. New here. Have a Star Wars muse? He's been lurking at some dressing rooms, but we're looking for a regular place to play. Anyone's welcome to tag him.))
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"So that was your ship?" Blaze points in the direction he landed, her optics brightening. "Nice! Most people are lucky to land on their feet. If you want the quick rundown: welcome to the Nexus; the atmosphere's safe for standard human biology and the population's effectively non-hostile. Safe to say you can get fuel here, but no promises about the price." She shrugs. "After that, it gets complicated. Including the part about leaving."
I didn't realize she was from Destiny. I loved that game.
Breathable atmosphere. That's nice. Wearing this mask is certainly not his favorite thing to do. He wants to start itching his face the minute he puts it on, it seems like.
Han pulls down his mask so that it's off his face and loosens the straps so it can dangle around his neck for now. He doesn't really have a place for it.
"Huh." He says, looking around. He's unsettled by the part about it being difficult to leave. "Have you, uh, tried to leave before?"
XD Not gonna lie, I'm regretting not having Cayde for this.
"This could take some explaining. Basically, the Nexus isn't part of regular space. Sort of a convergence point between all possible universes. That make sense? The way in and the way out are different for everyone. Some people have stable doors to their homeworlds, some pay to have one created." And some get stuck. But that's defeatist talk and Blaze won't have that. "The chances are good you aren't stuck here permanently."
Hahahaha. Cayde and Han would totally be kicking it in a bar together.
Till that bit about the chances being mostly good that he's not stuck, but that's better than the straight dread he was feeling when he landed. Still, chances are those people, the ones actually stuck here, aren't as resourceful as Han Solo, right? Right. Nor are they the pilots of the greatest ship in the entire galaxy.
It's just that man, one of Han's worst fears is being Marooned somewhere. That would just be bad for him on so many levels."That might explain why this place didn't show up on any of my maps."
Down some shots, trade some shots, learn whole new games to cheat at.
"Right. You said you just dropped out of transit and found yourself here?" Okay, not quite. He said 'hyperspace', which is a new term for her but sounds rather like he's got warp capability. That might be another reason the Ghost is curious. "Easiest way to start would be tracing your route in: see if there's a portal back to your own space up there."
The Ghost murmurs to her and she adds, "After you get refueled."
Im pretty sure there would be manly stories and waffles too.
Then, some maintenance that was probably overdue. He suddenly has the time to work on things that his put off with this unexpected grounding. Might as well make something of it.