Trextan had been walking into the cockpit when he decided to brace himself against the frame. He only relinquished his grip on it when the shaking stopped. Whilst he trusted Choli, he didn't quite hold the squib salvagers in the same regard.
"Did something just fall off?" he asked incredulously as he stepped towards the copilot's chair. "That sounded like something fell off. In hyperspace." That felt like something bad. Skor hadn't been the bloodbath it could have, but now the navies of the two factions were busy consolidating their lines once more. So here they were, half an hour - and several frayed nerves - closer to Mos Espa.
The King had asked them to leave so he could deliberate. The Squib wanted to genuinely negotiate. Apparently that first meeting they had intended had been, as far as the squib were concerned, an ice breaker. They didn't need pilots and Jedi around. They needed diplomats on the ground. So this was their chance. Jacen wanted Trextan to get away from the war for a time. He'd suggested Trextan would be sent to the new temple on Coruscant for some more training in time.
That was if they survived this trip. There had been no GA ships close by but Beequay wasn't having them waiting. The proud squib had wanted to show them thanks for the work they had done so had made a grand display of gifting them this ship. It was of no design anyone could purchase. Choli had been slightly astonished at how quickly it had pulled away, but Trextan doubted any regulations had been followed in its construction. Hopefully whatever regulations the original ships and parts had been built to would see them through.
Edited by Trextan Voidstalker, 06 May 2017 - 01:50 PM.