Fri Nov 16, 2012 12:13 am by Rolin Decair
*A small jedi starfighter exited hyperspace in orbit, it scanners showing no other snips nearby. Sighing to himself, its pilot shut its engines down, allowing it to drift around the planet. Slowly, he scanned the comm channels until he reached New Nystao's old ground control station. Quietly, he hailed them for ground clearance.*
:: Rolin Decair to New Nystao ground control, requesting permission to land, I repeat, Rolin Decair to New Nystao ground control, requesting permission to land. ::
*Silence. No answer came back across the comm other than a quite hum. Finding it odd that they would have changed stations, Rolin switched his broadcast to all channels.*
:: Rolin Decair to Wayland ground control, requesting permission to land, I repeat, Rolin Decair to Wayland ground control, requesting permission to land. ::
*Again, no response. Rolin frowned, wondering why nobody was answering. Maybe the planet had be deserted. A lot had happened since his last visit. Several orders had fell, and none stood that Rolin had yet claimed allegiance to. Technically, he wasn't a Jedi, but just a freelancer, though he still held strong to the values. He had kept his fleet funded by taking on several odd jobs in need to heavy cargo moving or a bit of muscle. His men were loyal to him, and gladly took on the jobs, even if they were far from their usually duties. He had left them in open space, but allowed them to find a planet capable of accommodating them all for leave. Growing impatient with the silence, Rolin tried once more.*
:: Hello? Is anybody down there? ::