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ON BOARD THE AMETHIA TOPE
EN ROUTE TO NIAMOS
Connel Vanagor
There was no warning.
A laser cannon bolt pierced the drive cone of the Amethia Tope, a transport shuttle on its way to Niamos. Floating in the black with no means of escape, the pirates began boarding.
Shuttles to Niamos were frequent victims of Rishi-based pirate attacks. Wealthier passengers, especially the progeny of Inner Rim executives and Alliance bigwigs, were seen as lucrative opportunities for ransom. Naturally, the transport shuttles themselves lacked defensive capabilities, relying on private security contractors for protection. But due to an active contract dispute between the companies, security services were temporarily ceased.
But hey, that's what Diogo was for. The Anzati Padawan wasn't on the shuttle to run security, though. He was on his way to visit Niamos. It had been years since he was home; Jedi training had a way of keeping him busy. And by the Force, did he miss home—the oceans, the beaches, and, of course, his mother. Though he often saw his mother through holo calls (when they could establish a stable connection), he was longing for her presence, her smell, and the way she always messed with his long, scruffy hair.
In the end, though... he didn't protect chit.
Diogo managed to fend off several pirates, cleaving through them with his blue-bladed lightsaber, until he found himself quickly overwhelmed. A blaster shot to the thigh put him down for the count. Before he could be dragged off to Rishi with the other passengers, he flicked the distress signal trigger on his comlink. Diogo just hoped another Jedi was close enough to receive it.
EN ROUTE TO NIAMOS
Connel Vanagor
There was no warning.
A laser cannon bolt pierced the drive cone of the Amethia Tope, a transport shuttle on its way to Niamos. Floating in the black with no means of escape, the pirates began boarding.
Shuttles to Niamos were frequent victims of Rishi-based pirate attacks. Wealthier passengers, especially the progeny of Inner Rim executives and Alliance bigwigs, were seen as lucrative opportunities for ransom. Naturally, the transport shuttles themselves lacked defensive capabilities, relying on private security contractors for protection. But due to an active contract dispute between the companies, security services were temporarily ceased.
But hey, that's what Diogo was for. The Anzati Padawan wasn't on the shuttle to run security, though. He was on his way to visit Niamos. It had been years since he was home; Jedi training had a way of keeping him busy. And by the Force, did he miss home—the oceans, the beaches, and, of course, his mother. Though he often saw his mother through holo calls (when they could establish a stable connection), he was longing for her presence, her smell, and the way she always messed with his long, scruffy hair.
In the end, though... he didn't protect chit.
Diogo managed to fend off several pirates, cleaving through them with his blue-bladed lightsaber, until he found himself quickly overwhelmed. A blaster shot to the thigh put him down for the count. Before he could be dragged off to Rishi with the other passengers, he flicked the distress signal trigger on his comlink. Diogo just hoped another Jedi was close enough to receive it.
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