Too Stubborn To Die
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tag: Valery Noble Saahar
The Red Night exited hyperspace above Hoth, not with it's usual shudder, but with an alarming shaking that rattled the whole ship. Warning sirens sounded as the primary generator died, plunging the interior of the vessel into darkness, before the back-up generator kicked in and everything was washed in dull red lighting. Gatz sighed, and stared out at the white orb beneath them, as his ship drifted dead in space.
Gatz keyed the ship wide intercom, "Arfour, did we blow another fuse?"
He waited a moment before hearing back, <No. We fried a relay this time.>
Gatz groaned in annoyance. The Red Night had been a pristine ship, once. Not a wire out of place. But constant assignments for Valery, his friends, himself, and the Order had put some serious wear and tear on his vessel. And now that he'd given up smuggling, he just didn't have the money to repair it. The labor he could supply himself, but the parts? His bank account was in the negative as it was. He wouldn't be fixing his ship any time soon.
"Can you get the engines online? Shut down everything else if you have to, but I need to put her down on the ground."
<Gonna have to cannibalize a relay from somewhere else on the ship.>
"Do what you have to do. But I don't want to be dead in the water this close to Sith space."
He blew out a sigh and looked back out through the viewport. This should have been an easy assignment: Hoth had old listening stations, and once upon a time, Valery had wanted to get those stations up and running in case the Sith decided to invade from the Outer Rim. He'd sort of torpedoed that mission with his starving, being chased by bounty hunters, exhaustion, and failing mental health. Naturally, now that he was trying to make up for that, it was about to be torpedoed again.
All because his ship was falling to pieces.