Delicate
2 Hours Ago...
1900 Hours - Galactic Standard Time
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_phxzbpf95E
Alarms fired throughout the countless decks as passengers were violently awoken. A low rumble of explosions erupted elsewhere on the ship, rocking the vessel in a quake. Clanking of boots against metal flooring came from those assigned to security making their way to alert passengers of their perilous situation. Thumping of gloved hands against closed cabin doors served as a secondary means of rising still sleeping crew, if any were yet unconscious. Areas of the ship already deemed volatile were sealed off, leaving those within to their grim fates. It was an unfortunate sacrifice, but those trapped within would provide the rest of the survivors the necessary time to evacuate the ship before suffering catastrophic failure and imminent destruction. High above Zakuul, the passenger vessel Tisza was in grave danger. With a nonfunctional hyperdrive, and its ion engines damaged, the ability for the bridge command to evade or flee had been stripped away. The ship, caught in the planet's gravitational pull, was slowing being brought out of orbit on a crash course with Zakuul's surface. To make matters worse, pirates had been lying in wait within the system just as the Tisza dropped from hyperspace. Power had been redirected to the life support systems on board, thereby sacrificing what limited weaponry the ship possessed, leaving the crew with no option but to allow the pirates to board. Hopefully, with any luck, their lives would be spared, and what little cargo they carried would suffice as the villains bounty.The sound of grating metal against metal rang out as men began to cut through the hatchway. Panicked crew stood fast with blasters aimed towards the entrance. It was a last ditch effort to prevent their demise and save their passengers from harm. Little service it would pay, as their vastly outgunned and heavily armored adversaries cut them down with swift precision found only in highly trained mercenary bands. For their effort, the captain of the ship was jettisoned from the airlock promptly after witnessing the merciless slaughter of his surviving crew one by one. A woman by the name of Victoria, a communications officer and the man's newlywed wife was coincidentally the final life executed before the captain's own demise. Fire had well spread across several decks below the command bridge, enough to engulf those already trapped below, while those facing the rear of the ship and the upper decks had yet to realize the full breadth of their situation.
While a number of pirates searched the cargo and shipping containers, others spread out through the still accessible areas of the Tisza, killing and robbing each and every passenger they located. The more technically inclined figure within the group shut down the distress signal set by the captain prior to his demise, as well as worked to shut down power to the remaining reactor, while simultaneously destroying the terminals thereafter to ensure any survivor fortunate enough to escape their eye would be incapable of reversing the work done to ensure the crash on the planet's surface.
The explosions that racked the ship prior to the boarding party arriving, perhaps fortunately, sealed one corridor with debris and rubble, ensuring the survival of at least six passengers within that wing. Jamie found herself there, awoken by the sudden klaxon of alarms with the understanding of what exactly that meant, though without the understanding of why, or who was responsible. Wild Space was largely untraveled territory, star charts and maps only provided a glimpse of data into the area. Despite her best attempt to rationalize who may have been the hand that drove the hammer she was at a loss. By the time she reached the hatchway, finger pressing on the terminal along the wall to release the hydraulic door it was already too late. The blonde got a quick jolt from the panel as her finger touched a live wire, immediately forcing her to recoil with a yelp, and a flicking of her finger in reflex. Banging on the door and yelling proved to be of little help, and it would take quite some time to burn through the reinforced hatch with a lightsaber. Still, that was her only means of escape, and freeing the other passengers trapped along with her. With gravity in control of the vessel now, a certain measure of direction could be felt as the Tisza was slowly brought out of orbit.
Quickly the blonde rushed back to her quarters, pulling from within her bag Rominaria, the lightsaber she built in place of the one stolen and subsequently returned to her by Castor Ren. By now the other passengers had begun to gather, some talking among themselves as to what was going on, what to do, and whether or not it was best to wait or try and break free. For all their bickering Jamie ignored them, intent on escaping herself, rather than leaving her fate up to chance. With a flick of her finger the blade activated, the emitted pressed firmly against the seal of the hatch, by which she slowly began the arduous process of cutting through.
Another explosion shook the hull to its very core. One of the reactors below deck had finally given. The overhead bins within the corridor tore open and several heavy containers shot out as quickly as a slug left the barrel of a gun. Before the blonde had a moment to turn or otherwise save herself, a heavy piece of durasteel caught her against the back of the head, dropping the young woman to the floor and into unconsciousness before ever realizing it. The weapon she carried fell with her, its bright orange hue collapsing back inwards as the hilt hit the metal floor with a clank.
2100 Hours - Galactic Standard Time
Present : Two Hours Post Crash
The blonde groaned as her cerulean eyes pulled open, groggily looking about what was left of the ship she had been on. The corridor, if one could even still call it that, was torn open, a gaping hole on the western wall where her quarters used to be. Several bodies lay lifeless, strewn about the hall in a smeared mixture of debris and blood stains. Silence echoed throughout. Jamie had been propped up against the reinforced hatch that only hours before she was attempting to cut through. That meant at least someone had made it, discovered she was still alive, but perhaps was unable or unwilling to carry her wherever they were going, perhaps to find and return with help. Though perhaps not. For all she knew, she was on her own now. Thankfully whoever had abandoned her left her lightsaber with her. A generous gesture for sure. Observing herself quickly, it appeared that she still had all of her fingers and toes, and aside from more than a dozen bruises, and being covered with soot, dirt, and sweat, she was no worse for wear. Still, pushing herself up from where she had been sitting was no simple task, and her body ached and protested every step of the way. Those lying on the ground were most certainly deceased, there was no question of that, and thus, where Jamie would otherwise always try to save a life, she knew it would be of no service there.Forcing herself to the gaping hole in the hull, the blonde stood, bracing herself with either hand along the jagged metal, and gazed out into the vast jungle that was Zakuul:
A planet rich in the Force, of both Light and Dark.
Was she alone? Were there other survivors? Had the pirates followed the Tisza to the surface?
