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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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The temptation to point out that his ship is better is strong, but his ship also has a crew hundreds of times bigger than well, just Han here.
Han? Recognition is dawning on Jim and he blinks rapidly to try and hide the expression. Wow, okay. This is a first for him, meeting someone he's only thought was fictional until he suddenly isn't. Best to keep that quiet. He's had weirder things happen in the Nexus than this.
"That's the best part about being a Captain." Jim agrees, grin turning into a smirk. "Surviving the impossible and still being able to fly another day." He scrubs a hand through his hair and sighs. "Shit, I'm glad no one was hurt, trekking them back to the forum in this weather would have suuucked."
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"You ... are the Captain of your own ship, aren't you?" The smuggler is trying not to be a hater, but really, look how damn young he is. He can't even fathom what Starfleet is like, but, he's got the feeling he doesn't have to beg, borrow and steal to get from one space port to the next.
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"Sure am. I'll show you a holo sometime. You sticking around for a while? I'll buy you a drink. Not everyday I get to see other galaxy's space travel and adventures." He claps Han on the shoulder as though they're now automatically best friends and starts heading for the ramp.
Jim doesn't want to talk about Tarsus IV. About Pike or Vulcan. About dying. He'd rather deal with the contempt and condescension about his age and privilege. That, at least, he's very familiar with.
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"I'm stuck around for a while." Han gruffs, though, a drink sounds kind of nice. "Where are we going, Kirk?"
OOC
Boozing with Kirk, yes please!!
Sorry that took so long D: