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Infirmary <Imperial Prison Facility: Kessel>
This sterile-looking facility is where prisoners who are injuried in
the mines receive medical treatment. Rows of beds extend outward from
the walls, and several medical droids move about from patient to
patient. From the look of things, injuries in the mines are a common
occurrence, and new patients, many in very serious condition, are
brought in in a nearly constant stream.
From Bacta Tank, Phoenix doesn't open her eyes and her cuts slowly
stop bleeding. The bacta's still a muddy purple colour from the blood
released already though. The teen floats in the tank, hands unbandaged
and looking beat up to the extreme.
C4PU walks into the infirmary, arms bowed outward as he approaches one
of the worktables.
Elaer tilts his head to the side, looking at the human in the tank
curiously. Seems he can't help but wonder what happened to the young
woman to beat her up so badly. The droid finishes wrapping his ribs,
pulling the wrapping tight to make sure everything's held in place,
eliciting a yelp of pain from the Duros.
C4PU rearranges the swabs and medical gear on the worktable. Quietly
studies the new formation. Makes a "tsk" sound and goes about
rearranging them again.
From Bacta Tank, Probably not anything all that much - just shift
duty. A braid that's waist length or longer hangs down, piling up
slightly at the bottom of the tank. Ix continues to sleep or whatever
it is she's doing, a small smile crossing her face - whether or not it
can be seen from under the rebreather is hard to say, as is the cause
of her happiness.
Elaer glances at the protocol droid, examining it with a quiet
confidence, an assessing look. It's the kind of look you'd see from
someone well versed in droid matters. He nods politely to the 2-1B
droid as it finishes tending to his cuts, scooching back a ways on the
bed to sit with his back against the wall and watch the room easily.
C4PU turns and makes his way toward the bacta tank. His optical
receptors flicker for a moment, and then he and his reflection turn
toward the 2-1B droid. "How much longer do you anticipate this patient
will require bacta treatment?"
The medical droid replies, "Her bacta treatment is anticipated to last
24 hours although it may be longer if her hands are not healed by that
time." Ix just..floats and smiles, a stream of bubbles coming from her
rebreather.
"Oh, my," the protocol droid replies, turning his attention back to
the prisoner adrift in the bluish-green fluid. "That is most
unfortunate. The overseer made it quite clear. He wants her back in
the mines this afternoon."
Elaer growls, a surprising sound from such a noble looking creature,
and glares laser bolts at the protocol droid. His long nimble fingers
flex and stretch as he stares angrily at the droid, concerned for Ix
even though by most standards he shouldn't be. "Bloody overseer" he
mumbles to himself, still glaring at the droid's back.
The 2-1B droid blarts in annoyance, "She is not fit to be released
yet. If she is, the damage to her hands will only be compounded and
she will be in here longer the next time. He will just have to wait."
Ix shows no signs of knowing what's going on around her, dreaming of
something pleasant. Her hair drifts slightly in a tiny current that
keeps the air fresh in the tank.
The protocol droid turns toward the 2-1B droid, arms bowed outward.
"We have little choice in the matter. Production has been drastically
set back due to the mining collapse. The overseer has a schedule to
keep. Besides, she *is* merely a prisoner. They are not required to be
granted the same consideration when it comes to such matters. If she
remains capable of returning after her shift, she will."
Elaer curls his lip in a sneer, remaining silent but still watching
and listening. His hands twitch again, the fingers flexing and curling
as he stares at the protocol droid.
The droid blarts again, "She will wind up in bacta again. Even in
there, wounds do not heal over night, you know." This one is probably
going to get a mind-wipe sometime in the near future. Ix floats, hair
drifting and getting air bubbles caught in it.
"Then so be it," C4PU replies, bowing slightly. "Return her to
consciousness and remove her at once."
Elaer merely observes, before lapsing into his usual silence with his
eyes closed.
The droid blarts again but the tank is drained and Ix blinks as she
wakes up, the air bubbles in her hair popping.
C4PU turns his attention back to the bacta tank and the prisoner
within.
Phoenix is pulled out of the Bacta Tank. Phoenix has her hands wrapped
after being removed from the tank. The rebreather is taken off and
sanitized for the next person who will get bacta treatment and Ix
stands, dripping slightly as she looks around.
"Prisoner," the protocol droid says, addressing Phoenix with a slight
bow. "Your presence is required on the next mining shift. I am under
orders to escort you to your work station. You may wish to dress for
the environment."
Elaer tents his fingers, tapping them together deep in thought for a
few moments. After a bit he opens his eyes, observing the situation
once again. He opens his thin mouth, as though to speak, but no sound
emanates. With a glance at the protocol droid as he speaks, his hands
move quickly, pointing at himself and pantomiming mining, then nodding
torwards Phoenix.
C4PU glances toward Elaer, his optical receptors flickering. "I am
sorry. The overseer's orders do not mention additional mining
personnel."
Phoenix glares at C4PU, "I /am/ dressed for the enviroment." Acually
she isn't, really, but she's /not/ letting anyone touch her clothing
either. She glances at Elaer, watching his gestures quietly.
Elaer growls again and taps his chest, then points to Phoenix's hands
with a shake of his head. He then points to his hands, then makes like
he's mining, nodding to Ix again. With an exasperated sigh he hops to
his feet, walking over to Phoenix and pointing more closely to her
hands, then to his.
C4PU draws back, looking from Elaer to the girl and then back at the
Duros. "I am fully aware of her physical condition. The overseer left
no room for doubt or extrapolation of his orders. I will relay to him
your eagerness to serve in the mines, however, if you wish."
Phoenix sticks her tongue out at the protocol droid. Yes, it's
childish and immature - but she's a bit cranky from the combination of
having just woken up, getting her hands bandaged and finding out that
she's going on shift.
Elaer shrugs helplessly, still looking between Ix and the Droid. He
points to the droid, making a 'go away' motion, then raising a hand to
just above his eyes and looking around, almost as though he's
surveying something. He then taps his throat, moving his hand as
though he's speaking.
C4PU flickers his optical receptors at Elaer, then turns toward
Phoenix. "What an odd individual. Come along, then. As Overseer
Bardick is fond of relating, 'Temporal passage equates to fiscal
decreptitation.' Or words to that effect." He then moves with arms
bowed outward to the doorway, approaching the prison compound.
Phoenix peers at C4PU, uttering her first words for the day, "Wha-a?"
She blinks, but follows after a bit, grumbling quietly to herself
about having to go on shift.
Elaer growls again, clenching his hands into fists as he shakes his
head at C4PU. With a pleading look torwards Ix he walks his fingers
along his hand, then points to himself, then her.
Prison Compound <Imperial Prison Facility: Kessel>
This is a wide courtyard in the midst of the prison. It is surrounded
by high walls, upon which stormtroopers and guards patrol regularly.
Set along the walls at various places are heavy gun emplacements, most
of which are pointed inward, toward the compound. In the compound
itself, the prisoners are frequently allowed to mill about and pass
their time when not consigned to the mines. Bedraggled-looking
Wookiees, gangly humans, mangy Bothans, undernourished Twi'leks and
sickly Duros, among other scattered races, mill about the yard, some
doing mild exercise to keep up their strength in the low gravity.
Nearby are the entrances to the administrative wing of the prison, and
the main cell blocks.
C4PU walks among the rabble in the prison compound, arms bowed outward
as he approaches the cell block. As he walks, he speaks to Phoenix. "I
must apologize for ordering your withdrawal from the bacta tank, but I
had little choice in the matter. Overseer Bardick was most insistent."
In Huttese: Phoenix follows after C4PU, muttering, "Bardick can go
f*ck himself, for all I care." Crude and not exactly the nicest thing
to say...but Ix isn't always a nice person - life on the Outer Rim has
made her this way.
C4PU stops, making a gasping sound as he looks toward Phoenix. "How
rude!" Then, he collects his electronic wits and proceeds into the
cell block.
Elaer makes his way out of the Infirmary despite the protestations of
the 2-1B, surveying the yard and finally spotting the Droid and
Phoenix. He hobbles after, clutching his chest with a pained
expression on his face. He makes a grunting noise at the pair, waving
his free hand at the droid , trying to gain it's attention.
C4PU stops as he catches sight of the grunting Duros. "I wonder what
that strange fellow wants now?"
Phoenix shrugs, muttering something that sounds like, "Yeah, well,
chalk it up to 10 years living on the edge of the Outer Rim." She
looks over to where C4PU is glancing, watching quietly.
Elaer comes to a stop in front of the pair, hands moving vigorously as
he points to himself, makes a mining action, then points to the droid
and stomps his foot. Seems like he's quite intent on helping, despite
what the droid said. With a soft grunt he points at his throat and
shakes his head.
"I am afraid that is *out* of the question," C4PU replies to Elaer.
"My orders are to take one prisoner." He gestures with a silver arm
toward Phoenix. "Specifically, her. The overseer was most emphatic on
this matter. One prisoner. I am equipped with rudimentary mathematical
skills, as are the stormtroopers who are overseeing this particular
shift. If you wish to come with me, that is your choice, Duros, but
they will torture or perhaps even kill you for your trouble. That
seems a foolhardy path to follow, considering your own injuries."
In Huttese: Phoenix is silent for a few moments and then says softly,
"Yeah, but that may be all the math skills they've got." Apparently Ix
has gone into 'Diss the Imps' time or something..
Elaer drags his finger across his throat with a guttural grunt, and
then shrugs. He points again at her hands and shakes his head, quite
adamant about the whole matter. With a soft sound like a blaster shot
he taps his chest, a shrugs indifferently.
C4PU tilts his head, staring at Elaer. "If I take you in her stead,
then she will be returned to a cell with a perfectly dreadful Aqualish.
I do not think her chances in that cell would be any better than her
chances in the mines. I can only take one of you. The overseer has
made it clear he wants this female prisoner delivered to the mines.
You are currently hindering the satisfaction of those orders. If you
continue, I will have *you* jailed with the Aqualish."
Phoenix sighs softly, "Sh*t, am I with Ponda again?" She swears softly
and in every language she knows, most likely shocking the protocol
droid severely.
Elaer waves his hand dismissively, shoo'ing the droid. He then points
at himself and walks his fingers along the palm of his hand, then back
at the droid. He shrugs again, not really caring at this point.
C4PU flickers his optical receptors, turning to regard the female. "I
will leave the choice in your hands. You may go into the mines or you
may go into the cell with Ponda Baba, while this stubborn Duros is
delivered to the mines."
Phoenix considers quietly, biting her bottom lip. She glances at her
bandaged hands and then at Cell block A, silent for a while. After
several minutes, she says softly, "The mines. My chances of survival
are a lot better there." She glances at Elaer, whispering something to
him.
Elaer looks at Phoenix, and then nods slowly, shooting a glare at the
droid. He pauses and then reaches over, patting Ix softly on the
shoulder, trying to be comforting. With a soft sigh he turns away and
hobbles back torwards the infirmary, arms clutched back over his chest
again.
C4PU watches the Duros go, and then proceeds into the cell block.
Cell Block A <Imperial Prison Facility:
Kessel>
This passageway leads through one of the main cell blocks of the
prison. The floor is a dull black metallic grid through which a
reddish white light pours, and the walls are a dull gray. There are
security cameras and remote gun emplacements set in the ceiling here,
and every so often along the walls can be seen a heavy blast door
leading into a cell.
From Cell 2 <Imperial Prison Facility: Kessel>, Ponda Baba sits on his
bunk, arms draped over his knees, glassy eyes fixed in their seemingly
thoughtless stare at the floor.
C4PU walks along the cell block, arms bowed outward. "I am quite
pleased we were able to negotiate an amicable solution with that Duros.
I do so dislike confrontations."
Phoenix walks after C4PU, hands still bandaged. She's silent for the
most part, asides from her grumbles about going on shift. She's
currently glaring daggers into the protocol droid's back, grunting
softly as it speaks.
Work Detail Processing <Imperial
Prison Facility: Kessel>
This is a staging area for the work gangs that are sent down into the
spice mines. There is a control station here manned by an officer and
two technicians. Prisoners enter from the cell blocks in groups, and
their prison IDs are scanned at the control station, where they are
cleared for entry to the mines and assigned to a work gang and mine
section. By the lift leading down into the mines are two guards who
hand out mining equipment as the prisoners enter the lift.
C4PU walks toward the lift, accompanying Phoenix toward the officers
who scan the prisoner's ID card.
The Imperial officer takes Phoenix's card, looks it over, scans it,
then sneers at her. "Off you go. Enjoy your shift."
Phoenix walks after the droid, still grumbling softly. She looks wary
around the officers, edging as far away from them as she can. Which
probably isn't all that far. She snorts, muttering something under her
breath in Huttese that's best left untranslated.
C4PU leads Phoenix deep into the mines...
Southern Shaft <Spice Mines: Kessel>
This is a deep vertical mine shaft beneath the surface of Kessel. The
light here is dim and the air is stale and hot. Gangs of prison
laborers work along the walls of the shaft and in narrow side-shafts,
digging for and harvesting supplies of glitterstim spice, which
sparkle brightly when exposed to even dim light. Many of the miners
stand on repulsor platforms, and others cling directly to the walls
with ease in the low gravity. Along the walls every so often are steel
platforms or stony rock outcroppings where miners have carved side
passages into the rock. The weblike spice veins extend up and down the
shaft, leading deep into the planet.
C4PU walks along, arms bowed outward as his optical receptors glow
brightly in the shadows. He stops next to a depression in the rock and
then turns toward Phoenix. In the background, the chink-clang of
mining tools can be heard.
Phoenix gazes at the droid, silent for now. She shifts uneasily,
glancing from the depression to C4PU.
After a quick surveillance of the chamber, the droid presses one of
its digits into a crack in the rock wall, and a hidden door grinds
open, the noise all but masked by the machinery droning.
Phoenix blinks as the door opens, pale gold eyebrows rising. She
fiddles with the end of her braid, chewing on her bottom lip and
glancing at the protocol droid, "What the hell..?"
C4PU bends over and shuffles through the opening.
Secret Passage <Spice Mines: Kessel>
This is a narrow passageway carved into the rock. It leads from the
busy mine shafts and slopes gently upward toward the surface. At one
end is a secret door leading into the mines, and at the other is a
lift that leads upwards. The light here is a little brighter than in
the mines themselves, but is still quite dim.
Without a word, the grungy silver protocol droid walks down the
passage toward the lift.
Phoenix follows after C4PU, leather boots scuffing lightly on the
rock. She's silent - more so than the droid probably, since she
doesn't have servomotors.
Secret Landing Pad <Alkali Flats: Kessel>
This dusty landing pad is set well away from the prison, which can be
seen in the distance. There is a small cargo elevator here by which
spice can be moved from the mines to waiting ships. There are no
maintenance facilities here, and the pad is little more than a
hardened rock platform with no markings or beacons. Anyone who did not
know of its existence would have a very hard time ever finding it.
The lift doors slide open, and out walks C4PU, arms bowed outward as
he finds himself on an empty landing pad.
Phoenix follows the droid, her jaw dropping as she sees the landing
pad. She's still silent, kicking at a stray stone.
In the sky above, a dropship comes into view as it descends toward the
surface.
C4PU glances up toward the heavens, optical receptors flickering.
A YT-2400 settles onto the landing pad. In the cockpit, a human male
and a droid can be seen. The man gets out of his seat and disappears
from view, leaving the droid at the controls.
Phoenix just waits quietly, watching. She's still silent, toying with
the end of her braid.
C4PU turns and walks back toward the lift, his objective completed.
The ramp of the Outrider slides downward from the saucer-hull, and
down it walks a man with reddish-brown hair and a confident gait,
blaster holster thumping against his leg. He grabs one of the struts,
then swings down onto the rock of Kessel's secret landing platform.
"Depressing damned place."
Phoenix stands near the lift, silent. Her hands are bandaged and she's
in rough shape but she's still recognizable. Mostly. She shrugs,
Dash's words carrying in the silence, "Yeah, well, lucky fer you,
y'don't live here."
Dash Rendar nods as he gets within a few feet of Phoenix. "Neither do
you. Come on." He jerks a thumb over his shoulder at the freighter.
"We're getting you out of here."
Phoenix grins, "Honest?" She trots towards the freighter, glancing
over her shoulder to check if Imps are going to appear all of a sudden
and keep her from leaving.
"Ain't the sort of thing I'd lie about," the pilot retorts, following
after her.
Phoenix nods, standing near the ramp once she reaches it and waiting
patiently for Dash, "Prob'ly true..an' if this turns out t' be a
dream, someone's going t' get hurt when I wake up."
Dash Rendar chuckles, then walks past Phoenix to climb up the ramp.
Main Corridor <Corellian Engineering YT-2400>
Dark gray deckplates serve as flooring in this cylindrical corridor,
ringed in thick white pads every ten feet or so. Light panels are
imbedded in the ceiling.
A hatchway leads into the cockpit, while the corridor itself forks off
toward the cargo hold in one direction and the ship's lounge in the
other.
Phoenix pads after Dash, "So...what happened to the Ashes? Did the
Imps take her or is she still on Corellia?" She bites her bottom lip,
expecting the worst.
The droid co-pilot, Leebo, is making his way down the corridor away
from the cockpit. "Dash, I will see to that misfiring compensator in
engineering, if you have no qualms with flying Outrider solo."
Dash Rendar glares at Leebo and points at the droid. "*Never* say that
word on my ship, Leebo." He scowls, then looks toward Phoenix. "Ashes?
No idea, but I'm pretty sure the Imps grabbed it." He heads forward,
toward the cockpit.
The droid gives a perplexed twitter, then proceeds toward the cargo
hold.
Phoenix stifles a snicker and sighs as she hears that her ship is
probably gone forever. She nods, padding forwards to join Dash in the
cockpit unless he tells her to stay in the lounge.
Dash Rendar doesn't dissuade Phoenix from following.
Cockpit <Corellian Engineering
YT-2400>
An elongated chamber at the forward end of the cockpit tube, this
compartment has seats for a pilot and co-pilot at the main console.
The tube stretches aft to the primary escape pods. A hatchway leads
into the main corridor that weaves its way through the main disc of
the spacecraft.
Dash Rendar slides into the pilot's seat, and starts tapping in a
sequence on the navicomp. "Strap yourself in. The asteroid belt out
here is pretty dicey."
Phoenix is silent for a few moments as she sits and straps herself in,
"Well...I figure the odds on you doin' this outta the goodness of your
heart are slim, so...who's paying you t' do this?" Ix is either wise
or cynical. Or both.
Dash Rendar shrugs. "Your people paid me to help with the pirate
situation. The pirates took care of themselves, it would appear. I
don't like owing money to people who expected services rendered, and
it wasn't exactly a big secret you were here. Bardick owes me a few
favors." He shrugs again. "So." He taps the jet activator.
The ship sways and bumps as it lifts from the surface of the ground.
Phoenix nods, leaning back in her seat, "Ah." She closes her eyes,
seeming to take a nap for the moment.
Calling up a holographic nav chart, the pilot looks over the rotating
stellar sectors. "You have a preference?"
Phoenix is silent for a few moments, gazing at the map, "Well...the
Diamonds're based mostly on Tatooine...how thick is the Imp presence
there these days?"
Dash Rendar laughs softly. "Thick as a dewback's hide. The Redoubtable
just showed up yesterday. Not sure what they're after, but they're hot
about it."
Phoenix grimaces, "Okay.../not/ Tatooine then. Or anywhere near Imps.
Not for at least a year or so...or however long it takes them to calm
down once they find out that I've vanished into thin air, unless the
droid who brought me to the landing pad comes up with a good story. Is
there anywhere the Diamonds will be expecting to see you?"
Dash Rendar shrugs. "Me? I dunno. I haven't exactly told them I'm
coming after you. I figured the less fanfare, the fewer the chances
for someone to open their damned mouths, like that Varaxian kid." He
shakes his head, then points at Bespin. "But, with the pirates gone, I
suspect you might run into them there."
Phoenix nods and hmms softly, "Well, if Ian even seems like he's gonna
open his mouth about this, I'll do more'n just cut his bits'n pieces
off. I've got no wish t' wind up on Kessel again. It ain't a nice
place t' visit and it's even worse t' stay there." She studies the map
a bit longer and then shrugs, "Well..I guess we should probably head
to Bespin then."
Dash Rendar chuckles. "Bespin it is." He enters the coordinates into
the navicomp. The destination flashes on the holographic starglobe
before it fades out of existence.
Phoenix nods, closing her eyes again. She seems to fall asleep,
staying quiet as she listens to the sounds of a ship in space.
> Outrider fires thrusters, breaking away from Kessel and arcing
toward the Imperial blockade that surrounds the prison rock.
An official sounding voice comes over the comms: "Freighter Outrider,
re-transmit your clearance codes."
Dash Rendar knits his brow, then replies over comms: "I sent the codes
on the way *in*. You verified the codes. You did good work. You then
waved me through. This is just...silly."
An official sounding voice comes over the comms: "We require secondary
confirmation."
Ix's eyes open and she listens quietly. Very quietly. She doesn't say
anything at all. No matter how much she may want to laugh or anything,
she is /not/ going to make any noise at all. In fact, her breathing
seems to have gotten quieter.
The pilot sighs, but nods and replies: "Fine. Stand by to receive the
codes. Again." He taps out a sequence on the console, then glances
toward Ix. He nods as he sees she's staying quiet, and then goes back
to waiting for a response.
Phoenix is not only staying quiet, if it were at all possible, she'd
stop breathing too. However, since that's not possible and would
probably make noise when she started breathing again, the teen settles
for inhaling and exhaling as silently as she can.
An official sounding voice comes over the comms: "Very well, Outrider.
The codes check out. You may proceed."
Dash Rendar smiles tautly, then replies into the comm: "A pleasure."
He switches off the transmitter, then calls back over his shoulder. "Leebo!
I need hyperdrive just as *soon* as we get through this thin stretch
of asteroids!"
Phoenix stays silent, even after the transmitter is shut off, although
her breathing becomes a bit more audible. She keeps her hands in her
lap, gazing at the astroid-and-black-hole pocked starscape.
> Outrider banks slightly to starboard as it passes through the
vanguard of star destroyers and support ships.
> Outrider clears the defensive perimeter set up by the Empire to keep
the riff-raff on Kessel and then swings around toward a thin swath of
slowly rolling rocks of various sizes.
> Outrider doesn't go directly *into* the thick of the asteroid field,
opting instead to cruise just above the highest layer. Still, there
are smaller chunks of debris that can be just as dangerous. The
freighter angles starboard and then port, repeatedly, as the pilot
dodges the junk. One of the bits of debris, however, appears to be a
wookiee - pelt frigid and stiff, eye sockets rimed with icy dust.
Phoenix shivers slightly as she spots the Wookie floating outside. She
doesn't ask if they can bring him in - he's most likely dead and
probably been that way for a long time. Instead, she's silent,
thinking quietly.
Dash Rendar doesn't say a word about the wookiee either. His frown
deepens, though.
> Outrider breaks clear of the asteroid strand, into clear space,
angled toward Bespin.
The ship hums loudly as it enters into hyperspace.
Dash Rendar finishes the hyperdrive activation sequence, then sighs,
leans back in his chair and says, "All clear."
Phoenix relaxes slightly, "With any luck, they won't find out that I'm
missing until long after we're gone...or the droid'll say I got
attacked by energy spiders or somethin'."
Dash Rendar nods. "Well, that droid can't lie. They'd make him talk,
and he saw me land. He left *you* waiting there."
Phoenix nods, biting her bottom lip, "An' the top of the Southern
shaft doesn't really get many spiders...hardly any, in fact.."
"Right," the pilot agrees. "And Bardick won't be taking any chances of
exposure for himself."
Phoenix is silent for a few moments, "So...they're gonna find out that
I escaped. An' they'll come lookin' for me, 'cause it's not all that
good for their rep to have people escaping from Kessel an' getting
away with it.
Dash Rendar lifts his eyebrows. "Uh. No." He looks over at her. "*Bardick*
can lie to cover his tracks. He just has to get rid of the witness."
Phoenix is silent again, "So...he'll either ditch the droid entirely
or have it's memory wiped. Either way, he's gonna make sure it doesn't
get to tell about this." She leans back again, lapsing back into
untalkativness.
Dash Rendar nods. "Cheaper to do a mindwipe but...yeah."
Phoenix ohs softly and then goes back to being silent. Her eyes are
slightly unfocused and she seems a bit distracted, as if thinking of
something or someone else.
"Wish we could have made room for Jeeron and Rynacer, but Bardick
doesn't like to cut people loose more than one at a time," the pilot
says, checking the readouts. "Too suspicious."
Phoenix nods, "So..they might get free or they might not, depending on
whether or not it gets really suspicious?" She's silent again for a
few moments, "Well..if nothin' else, this is gonna mean another name
change and a new look, just to be safe."
Dash Rendar nods. "Not a bad idea."
The ship reverberates as it drops out of hyperspace.
> Outrider drops out of hyperspace on the outskirts of the star
system, angling around for approach to Bespin.
Phoenix leans back in her chair, "Now I just gotta figure out a name
an' what I'll look like." She fingers the scar on her chin awkwardly,
wincing slightly as her hands are bumped through the contact.
You feel the ship begin to slow.
"Better get to a bacta tank on Bespin, quick as you can," Rendar
suggests, nodding toward the mangled hands.
Phoenix glances at her hands, which are placed in her lap again and
she nods, "Yeah.." She gazes at the starscape, silent again.
> Outrider breaks through the atmosphere of Bespin and closes on the
majestic towers of floating Cloud City.
The ship shudders as the retrojets engage and the ship begins its
descent.
The ship rotates slowly and fires braking thrusters as its struts
touch down.
As the ship settles onto the landing pad, retrojets hissing, Dash
looks toward Phoenix and says, "Take care of yourself, kid. Stay out
of trouble."
Phoenix nods, unstrapping herself and standing, "I'm pretty sure I can
manage the first part. I'll work on the second...an' thanks, for
getting me outta there." She smiles at Dash and then unbraids her hair
as quickly as she can, giving herself a screen that'll keep her face
from being seen if she's very careful.
"Tell your pals we're even," Dash replies, and then he returns his
attention to the holographic starglobe, planning his next move.
Phoenix nods, "I will." And then she pads out of the cockpit and heads
to Bespin proper. |
