"No no no....don't cry...." She started to quickly undoing the straps.
"We...we had a bit of turbulence..that's all..." She undid the last one, then parted the girl's hair out of her face. the auto grav G-force compensators had done their best to keep up with her wild bucking of the ship... but that was all. It had done its best, but things still got tossed about due to the micro-lag time in the stabilization of the artificial gravity in side the Mariner IV.
"It was just turbulance...that's all...Oh Skye...what are we to do?" She took to embracing the girl, trying to comfort her. She didn't know quite why as to the girl's tears, but they were hurtful ones. Not physical, as it was evident of the sobbing. It stemmed from within. Lost ones?...friends...family?
Marina didn't know, just knew the girl was alone now...or had been alone for some time. This saddened her and she held Skye till she stopped sobbing.
Marina didn't have the heart to tell her what had just transpired not 20 minutes before.
She figured best not loose the girl again, like the last time she informed her of their surprise jump. It wouldn't make a difference if the girl knew or not at this time. Not until the girl was well enough to take it...or they dropped out and then she'd know then. Marina preferred to tell her before hand...just not right at this moment.
They had another 5 hours till they dropped out. Marina didn't even know where, as TK had grabbed the quickest and most feasible one that came into the scope of her crazy maneuvers.
"Hey, hey..." She patted her back, before drawing herself back enough to look into the girl's eyes.
"What you say we grab some hot cocoa?...I'll top it with loads of cream...heh?" She gave Skye her best forward smile, doing her best to hide her own concerns about where the hell they were heading to. Marina prayed it was someplace close to Alliance space. At least they would have a chance to make a run for the border and into friendly space.
But she'd worry about that in a few hours to come. Right now, her concern was the poor girl and the mess she got her into with her.
It had not been Marina's intention to have this humanitarian run go so out of control. Her ship had certainly been scoped out and clearly identified back on Faldos. How in blazes did the First Order-
"Gasp!...shiet!.." Marina blurted out, as the obvious reason just hit her.
"Oh..no..no...sorry. I just thought of something.
Look...lets go make that cocoa. I've got to get TK to do something for me...I think our long range thing-a-ma-jig is loose or something. I got to get TK to hammer it off or something..." She then said, thinking now for sure the troopers that had dropped on her roof had secured a tracking device.
She'd get TK to go over the hull and discard anything not belonging to the ship.
"TK!..." She called on her droid.
It rolled in pretty quick, being concernd as to what was wrong with the girl, seeing her laying down again.
"I think she's going to be fine...
I need you to go out on the hull and...and go check on the thing-a-ma-jig that doesn't belong...." She gave the droid a stern look.
It beeped not understanding what a thing-a-ma-jig was and if she could identify it.
"Tk...just go take whatever thing is on the hull that DOESN"T belong... off." She once more gave it a stern look.
be beep...it understood.
"Yea....and dispose of it...good"
It beeped and was off to the center hub that had the droid lift that accessed the top of the Mariner. The droid was designed to run outside the ship in deep space to perform repairs and such. It would easily pick up what didn't belong on the ship and remove it. marina was certain that there was a tracking device or two attached to the mariner iv. It was the only explanation as to how the First Order were to guess at the ship's trajectory course and had dispatched the Gravity well generating SD to intercept them en route. It had to be the only way they could be tracked...the only way.
"Come on...up up...on your feet.
Come on, nice and slow. You've been horizontal quite a while, so nice and easy. " She helped Skye up and plant her feet solid on the deck.
"Got that nice comfy couch in the galley, calling you.....fixing us some hot cocoa...all's going to be OK...." She coaxed the girl to her feet and out the med bay, holding her close, one arm around the girl's waist.
She wasn't certain how well Skye would be able to walk on her own and wasn't going to take any chances. So much had already been going down on this girl. They needed something to break...hopefully the bad luck they were both seemingly hitting at every turn.
Edited by Marina DeVoe, 28 March 2018 - 09:32 PM.