Zaiden Dean
The Stealth Master
[member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Barr Vexos"]
Jamila stood at the helm of a JLC Heavy Attack Cruiser, her arms loosely crossed over her navel. Currently she was meditating, observing the Force through the means she could understand. Some were masters of much, able to do much, she was master of none, able to do some. And this bothered her. She needed to get better...
Suddenly forced from Hyperspace, Jamila almost lost her footing, hands going out to touch the glass to stabilize herself. Before she could call for an explanation, already there was commotion and a minor answer to the question. Shouts of a Storm in space, surrounding Tera Lush, that ate at everything near it, including their ship. It was evident though, as soon as she looked.
There, dead ahead. Lightning pulsated, throbbed heavily. A black swirling mass at its center.
"Miss Elahad, either we face the Storm or I push us topside!!" Shouted her commander. A nod from her and the man began relaying orders. With the remaining power in the ship, the large craft poured all thrust onto the side facing the anomally. Resulting in them pushing just enough to angle the decent further.
In a matter of moments, Jamila watched the ground approach, and braced herself as best she could...
Jamila stood at the helm of a JLC Heavy Attack Cruiser, her arms loosely crossed over her navel. Currently she was meditating, observing the Force through the means she could understand. Some were masters of much, able to do much, she was master of none, able to do some. And this bothered her. She needed to get better...
Suddenly forced from Hyperspace, Jamila almost lost her footing, hands going out to touch the glass to stabilize herself. Before she could call for an explanation, already there was commotion and a minor answer to the question. Shouts of a Storm in space, surrounding Tera Lush, that ate at everything near it, including their ship. It was evident though, as soon as she looked.
There, dead ahead. Lightning pulsated, throbbed heavily. A black swirling mass at its center.
"Miss Elahad, either we face the Storm or I push us topside!!" Shouted her commander. A nod from her and the man began relaying orders. With the remaining power in the ship, the large craft poured all thrust onto the side facing the anomally. Resulting in them pushing just enough to angle the decent further.
In a matter of moments, Jamila watched the ground approach, and braced herself as best she could...