Open Orbit

*After a short trip across the Western Rim the Victory II-class Star Destroyer ├óÔé¼┼ôStrife├óÔé¼┬Ø arrives to the inner edge of the Dagobah system and proceeds inwards towards the heavy jungle'd world.*

*Shuttles, Transports and Dropships are seen exiting the ship and heading for the surface, While the Vessel spends the next few hours(19) and lays (864) about the system and known hyperspace exits.*

as ra enters ordit not knowing what to do

*Sometimes, being in the wrong place at the wrong time could reap benefits. But it was perhaps not so good a thing in this case. For Morgan had found herself accidentally stowed away upon an outbound craft from Felucia, locked in its cargo bay. She hadn't even been sure what in the world she was doing on the ship in the first place, and yet, here she was.

By the time she had managed to get someone's attention to let her out of the cargo bay, they had already long been in hyperspace. And these people weren't exactly the friendly type. In fact, she suspected they were smugglers or even pirates of some sort, and they didn't like that she was on their ship. Somehow, through her training and use of the Force, she managed to outsmart and outfight the two pilots.

She had to get off this ship but didn't know how to fly it, but there were escape pods. She just had to get the ship out of hyperspace over a planet as soon as possible. Fortunately, the ship's readings were indicating that they were nearing a planet. Immediately, Morgan reached for the controls that she recognized as the hyperspace yoke and pulled on it. The ship jerked out of hyperspace, sending Morgan stumbling a bit, but she regained her footing. She turned to head out of the cockpit, but the pilots attempted to block her. One was starting to draw a pistol. Before they got the chance, she drew back her hands and threw a wave of the Force at them, tossing them backwards like ragdolls.

She then ran past them, slipping into the escape pod bay and activating one. She slid into the pod and sealed the hatch behind her. Fortunately, the pod had simple controls, and immediately she found how to launch the craft. She braced herself as the pod, with a loud thump, detached itself from the ship and then, with a blast of its rocket-propelled guidance system, launched itself towards the green, mysterious planet below.

She sat with her arms around her knees, at last allowing herself a moment to release the bottled-up emotions. She gasped in fear, sobbed in loneliness, and whimpered in longingness. But she soon ceased these negative emotions and built up her courage. Whatever was about to happen, she had to be brave and prepared for it. If it was as easy as finding a city and getting a ride out from it, perfect. If not... that was where her training would come in.

She'd figure this out. Somehow. She wiped her eyes and stared at the opposite wall, face hardened, determined, as she felt the vibrations of the pod being pulled to the surface. Quickly, she fastened herself into the ship, preparing for landing. She hadn't escaped in a pod before, but she knew that it was going to be quite bumpy...*

The freaking little jerk. She'd just taken one of the few remaining escape pods, and now, standing quiet annoyedly at the closed hatch that had almost sucked herself out into space, the thin frame of a brown haired woman stood, peering through the glass at the drifting sphere of metal. Ah well, the guys on this ship would die anyway. Their cargo did not belong on this planet.... or anywhere else for that matter. And this particular woman was going to see to---- Did someone really just grab her shoulder. Eyes would narrow if they had of existed. ALl she saw was darkness, and all she heard were muttered, pointless threats.

I'd advise you to let me go, if you want to die with your hand in tact.

Arrogant laughter? really? What state of mind had this man's brain descended into? With out so much as a movement, the girl reached out to the ever present cords of the force, and mentally began to twine them around the pilot's body, tightening them ever so slightly with each passing second.

You're not listening to me. I'll repeat myself. I said, I would advise you to let go if you want to die with your hand in tact.

Count to ten. She'd been spun around now, and the man was peering down at her smaller frame. She could feel the muscles in his pudgy? yes, pudgy face, as he realized she was wearing a blindfold. The scars that crossed her face was no comfort either. The hand, promised to be lost before the man's death should he not comply, thudded to the floor and the flash of a small dagger showed itself as the woman slipped it's clean edge away.

Oh stop screaming. You're an adult. I've been here for the past two days now. Certainly I've been no trouble... at least, not as much as the little girl. I'm surprised you let her beet you so quickly.

The fallen pilot released the bloody stump that was once his wrist, and grabbed a blaster from his left side...that hand still being in tact. Red beams of energy carved their way through the air, aiming for the woman's center...but she wasn't there anymore. She was behind the man, already walking down the hall to in the direction of another cargo bay, another escape pod.

Saw that coming about 20 minutes ago. You should be faster. May the force be with you...where ever you go in the netherworld.

Promptly she ran into the second pilot, who, looked quite startled. The woman's face became shocked, frightened, falsely of course. But it was absolutely convincing, especially with out eyes to betray her.

You're brother is bleeding in there! Someone cut him! He's hurt! He's dieing! Hurry!

She gripped the other by the arms and shook him violently while shouting. The poor startled man simply nodded, muttering something else that she didn't really care enough to narrate, and dashed around her, back down the hall and toward his fallen comrade.

Idiots....

She really had no respect for people who broke rules anymore. Fate punished them, and she had become not only Fate's mouth, but it's hands, and feet, and sword...at least right now. And finally a secure escape pod.

Because Even Anna didn't like the vacuum of space. it was horribly uncomfortable.

Thanks for not tricking me again...

She muttered as she climbed into the escape pod, and used the force to press the few buttons needed to jettison the thing away from it's host ship.

Sure, she'd watched Morgan for the whole duration of the trip. Yea, she'd seen the child battling for her life against the pirates on board. Certainly she could have aided her vastly. But she didn't. First of all, it was a little amusing to watch a little girl womp on some grownups. Anna knew she'd be successful without her interference. But the most important reason she'd not bothered with the situation was, the chapter in the book she was reading was far too good to put down, unfold herself from her hiding corner, and actually do something about a situation she knew would work out happily.

And she didn't need to be a Seer to know what was about to happen next. This stupid pod would crash into some kind of boggy lake, sink, she'd probably almost drown.... but the distant sound of an exploding ship would be wor----yea, there it was. Peaces of metallic depries short in all directions, and one , rather violently struck the escape pod Anna was in. With out warning, it began to tumble through space. With her luck, she'd probably miss the stupid planet, bounce off the atmosphere and fling herself out into space.

Na, there would be no story if that happened. With the white hot fire of atmosphere entry, the young, blind Seer careened toward the surface of one of the richest planets in the force out there.

maybe....the whispers wouldn't be so loud here.....