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Re: Above the Planet
*She couldn't believe this was happening again.
There she had been in Felucia's halls, garbed in her Felucian outfit and preparing for a journey out in the wilderness, when an insect of some kind had darted past her shoulder, drawing the attention of Lokay, her tailring. Immediately he had taken off after the delicious snack, with Morgan running after him, fruitlessly trying to call him back. But he had sailed onward, chasing the bug into the open cargo area of some stranger's ship. The fact that she had accidentally been spirited away the last time she'd entered someone else's ship before had been enough to give her pause about entering it, but, she figured, the chances of that happening again were low, so she darted inward to seek out Lokay.
How wrong she was.
Lokay had cornered the bug behind a couple of crates, and was crunching upon it, laying comfortably on all four paws as he enjoyed his catch. Morgan had started to lecture him about flying into strange ships, then jumped when she heard the hiss of the closing cargo bay door. It was happening again! Morgan hadn't wasted any time in running to the door, banging on it with both hands and calling out for anyone to let her out.
Before she knew it, she was once again being whisked away on a journey against her will, and she had no choice but to bear with it, hopefully find a way out of the ship, then either get a ride back home or contact her father so that he could come get her. That was, assuming the owners of this ship weren't pirates like last time, and that they weren't headed to a world with a lack of civilization, like Dagobah.
Hyperspace jumps never weres pleasant when one had no harness, especially when one was stuck in the cargo bay. Dropping out of hyperspace had been even worse, but at least that meant they were stopping, right? Lokay had been curled up in Morgan's lap, tense, motionless other than the mild shaking characteristic of his hatred of space travel. Morgan held him close, comforting him, glad it gave her something to do other than worry by herself.
She felt the rocking of the ship as it entered the atmosphere of a planet, felt it slow down as it descended toward a landing spot...*
There she had been in Felucia's halls, garbed in her Felucian outfit and preparing for a journey out in the wilderness, when an insect of some kind had darted past her shoulder, drawing the attention of Lokay, her tailring. Immediately he had taken off after the delicious snack, with Morgan running after him, fruitlessly trying to call him back. But he had sailed onward, chasing the bug into the open cargo area of some stranger's ship. The fact that she had accidentally been spirited away the last time she'd entered someone else's ship before had been enough to give her pause about entering it, but, she figured, the chances of that happening again were low, so she darted inward to seek out Lokay.
How wrong she was.
Lokay had cornered the bug behind a couple of crates, and was crunching upon it, laying comfortably on all four paws as he enjoyed his catch. Morgan had started to lecture him about flying into strange ships, then jumped when she heard the hiss of the closing cargo bay door. It was happening again! Morgan hadn't wasted any time in running to the door, banging on it with both hands and calling out for anyone to let her out.
Before she knew it, she was once again being whisked away on a journey against her will, and she had no choice but to bear with it, hopefully find a way out of the ship, then either get a ride back home or contact her father so that he could come get her. That was, assuming the owners of this ship weren't pirates like last time, and that they weren't headed to a world with a lack of civilization, like Dagobah.
Hyperspace jumps never weres pleasant when one had no harness, especially when one was stuck in the cargo bay. Dropping out of hyperspace had been even worse, but at least that meant they were stopping, right? Lokay had been curled up in Morgan's lap, tense, motionless other than the mild shaking characteristic of his hatred of space travel. Morgan held him close, comforting him, glad it gave her something to do other than worry by herself.
She felt the rocking of the ship as it entered the atmosphere of a planet, felt it slow down as it descended toward a landing spot...*