Sat Jun 09, 2012 10:06 am by Shawn'kyr'nuruodo
=Jev'jurr=
*Jev'jurr noticed something was up a whole three hours before he left lightspeed. Although used to piloting Chiss shuttles with markings and systems designed for natives of Cheunh - which were much more organised and systematically simple and straight-forward than the common Basic ones - Jev'jurr was now piloting a that didn't originate from the Chiss navalyards. It had been something that Nkyrn had said in one of their last battles.* If you are going to go around the Galaxy hunting dangerous Force Users than the least you can do is try to blend in.
*And so Jev'jurr bought the most unassuming shuttle he could find in Wildspace. That was two months ago. The shuttle hadn't been right since then. The contemporary hyperdrives of the outside galaxy were awful when compared to the smoothness of Chiss vessels, and Jev'jurr couldn't help but feel a little travelsick. Blinking his glowing red eyes, he looked at the databoard infront of him. All lights were green, but there was definitely something wrong. As a Paladin, his danger sense and other Force-heightened sensory techniques were the basis of his training and were a core foundation based on the Chiss isolationist policy. As such, while any Paladin could not perform heavy Force-based attacks such as conjuring lightning from their fingertips or choking, they generally made up for it in being able to sense a lot more a lot sooner, with a lot more detail. It was this ability that allowed Jev'jurr to keep an eye on his journey through hyperspace. He much preferred to let the hyperdrive navigate the journey itself, but there was no harm in making slight course corrections for a quicker arrival time.
It was also that ability that made Jev'jurr realise something was going to go wrong, fast.
The hyperspace-timer counted down from ten to zero in what seemed like a microsecond, drawing a* "Oh, come on!" *from Jev'jurr in angry Cheunh while he was rocked forward into his harness as the inertial compensators failed to compensate for, well, the inertia change. This was why he liked Chiss designing much more. As the starlines collapsed back into white pinpricks on the black canvas of space, sparks began flying from the control board and a faint alarm began to sound in the cockpit. Jev'jurr grabbed a hold of the pilot's stick and tried to steer the shuttle. The ion engines had winked out and there were no emergency thrusters - the shuttle was far too small. With a sigh, the shuttle began to fall towards the planet below - caught in its gravity well.*
"This is not going to be fun," *said Jev'jurr.*