The smallest moon of Kamino
The wind and snow blew across the metal dome of the outpost. Long forgotten, having been abandoned before Kamino was used to supply the clone wars with an endless army. The reason for the abandonment was unknown. Maybe there was something on the moon that drove them away, something hiding out in the snow, or something under the surface. Something that caused them to leave behind special Mandalorian artifacts which had been scavenged in the far past. Whatever it was, the Kaminoans never returned.
Des was on shore leave, and wanted somewhere to pilot her TIE and sit there in peace. She had heard of Korasa from another pilot who had been on patrol in the Kamino system. A snowy, abandoned world. Seemed like it would be peaceful. Just land for a little bit and meditate, or something. Just relax.
What she didn't expect was how hard it was snowing... It was a total blizzard. Before she knew it, it was too late and she couldn't see more than probably 20 feet in front of her little ship. Her sensors were useless. The wind was affecting her ship drastically. Being dragged diagonally in the wind, she struggled to gain control, and screamed at her astromech
"Damn it!Do something or else we are going to crash!"
The little droid beeped as the words scrawled a side screen. 78% chance of collision with incoming object.
Des strapped herself in "I'm not even supposed to have this thing on shore leave! My CO is gonna kill me!"
She suddenly flew past the tower on the side of the outpost, clipping her wing slightly and throwing her into a tail spin as she screamed helplessly. The TIE slid across the dome on the side of its wing for a moment, before flipping over and everything went black.
Des had been passed out for nearly 5 minutes. Her TIE was sitting on its side, the glass in front of her broken as the snow poured in. She frantically unstrapped herself and fell onto her side and cried out in pain, spraining her ankle. She grabbed everything she could. Her blaster, comlink, and a small survival kit. Des quickly hit the distress signal, not knowing if the radio had survived the crash before she jumped out of the cockpit.
She landed onto the ground, and suddenly started sliding downwards into a hole created by the crash. She let out a high pitch scream as she fell into the facility, landing in a dark hallway.
Des brushed herself off, and stood up to look around, praying that her distress signal was broadcasting.
Edited by Des Hailstar, 13 February 2018 - 12:31 AM.