''I've been crying
Cause I'm lonely
Smiles have all turned to tears
But tears won't wash away the fears
That you're never gonna return
To ease the fire that within me burns...''
''Don't look at me like that, Pleck. You know I'm an omnivore deep inside when it comes to music...'' she stated with a soft smile, and exchanged a look with her vulptex companion that had given her a confused look and were laying in a chair across the small room from her and the jukebox. Over the years, her vulpine friend were used to alot heavier tunes. Even though it was her music genre of choice and the stuff that she loved and had commited herself to play on stage, it were a nice recess to listen to the goldies of old times.
The blonde woman turned back to the retro music player and listened in on the tunes while the A-27 sleuths navicomputer led them on the right course to the moon of Farwatch, deep in the far reaches of the outer rim. Resting her gloved hands against the jukebox, she swayed her hips slightly before making a swift spin on the spot. Fully armored except the face mask and the hood, the lightweight white and black mesh armor did little to hinder her movements.
Nar Shaddaa felt so far away that it was almost impossible to get a hold of it. Her friends in the band but more important her mother and brother were insanely far away. It had not stopped her though, when she had bumped into a representative of the Outer Rim Coalition a few weeks ago, telling her about this little exploration mission to the recently a bit more accessible Caliban system.
Were it crazy? Sure as chit it was crazy, leaving the stage and everything she knew so well for this 'exploit'.
A sort of an 'inner voice' had lured her out to this and somehow inexplicably, it had convinced her to join up with this pack called the ORC. Or 'join up', it was more like a first contact with an open mind from both sides to see where the heck it went. She were detemined to make a good impression, though. The excitement and expectations had a similar and equally big impact on her as the final moments before stepping up on the stage before a massive crowd in full cheer, awaiting the hell of a show that they used to deliver. The parallels were very easy to draw when she thought about it.
Suddenly, a beeping warning noise from the cockpit signaled that they were closing in on the end of their hyperspace jump. Her green eyes snapped out of the groove and with a short sigh she left the room and entered the cockpit to prepare to take over the controls manually. She sat down in the pilots seat and another but silent sigh of relief left her, as she realised that they had made it through the still rumored difficult hyperspace lane. Just as they exited the lightspeed and Farwatch appeared in front of them, Pleck poked his nose against one of her arms holding the yoke.
''Oh, you never doubted me? Hmm, wish I could say the same about myself but apparently we made it, huh?'' she said and reached for the crystaline coated vulpine and stroked him along the head.
A few adjustments to the navicomputer and she steered the ship to the right enterance and decent against the moons surface and the location of this captain Drake. The A-27's capable sensor suite started to feed her with readings of the orbs atmosphere and ground. Desolate. No signs of settlements. Cold. Cold as you wished one of those beers after a gig would be, but rarely was. At least, it had a breathable atmosphere. Positive!
''Captain Drake, umm... do you copy? This is Dellard of the Star Riff. If I got your coordinates right, I should be arriving you in a minute or two...'' she stated over the comms in a not so used to manner. Going crazy on and speaking to the crowds from the scene were a completely different thing. Getting the chit-chat on the comms short and consistent were another thing, which she hopefully got used to if she were going to be one of those judges the ORC person had mentioned.
The sleuth closed in on the barren surface of the moon and through the windshield she could see a ship and what looked like some sort of a temporary base camp. It had to be the right place and after a short circle above it, she extended the landing gear and landed a strones throw away from the other ship. The harsh chilly winds rocked the ship slightly but it could set down safely and turned off its engines, the generator still going to provide it with electricity and warmth.
Looking outside, Chris bit her lower lip to the enviroment outside the windshield; it looked cold alright, just as the person had said it would be. It were not the time to sit back and enjoy the view though, and she rose from the chair and went for a cupboard, pulling out the thermal cape and attached it to her neck and draped it around her.
''Pleck! You stay here, alright? I'll be back soon.'' she said to him before putting on the face mask and finaly the hood of her armor. Making a quick check to the optic and audio sensors. Let's do this. She went to exit the ship and opened the door with a swishing sound. The cold winds instantly hit her but the armor and cape did very good to protect her from freezing. A light step followed by a short drop, her feet made contact with the ancient and far away moon.
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Edited by Christine Dellard, 28 June 2019 - 04:20 AM.