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Location: Aboard the Stygian Vagabond, en route to Geminidae.
Wearing: XxX.
Weapons: The Wraith Blades ~ Vibroknives ~ Blasters
Equipment: Survival Gear ~ Climbing Gear
Tagging:
Gerwald Lechner
Wearing: XxX.
Weapons: The Wraith Blades ~ Vibroknives ~ Blasters
Equipment: Survival Gear ~ Climbing Gear
Tagging:
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She had always imagined her return home would be different.
This was supposed to be the final prize in the life of an Ambassador, the sweet promise at the end of a harrowing journey. For they were filled with a love for their home unlike any else, but they had been born to leave it behind. At night she would dream of Geminidae, of how different it would look when she was called back and gazed upon it with the eyes of someone who had already lived most of their life, already seen what there was to see in the galaxy. How it would welcome her back with open arms, no matter how much time had gone by, for it would be waiting for her return just as much as she was.
But that time had not come yet, and this one would not be a sweet journey back home.
Palm was standing in the cockpit of the Vagabond, brown hair cascading down her shoulder as she leaned over the command deck, golden eyes moving methodically from the controls, to the readings, to the lines of light that were the stars during hyperspace and back again. The shields were down, the weapons systems completely powered off, and every single stealth measure that the freighter had was working at full capacity. Tension was rolling off of the geminaie in waves, her focus akin to the one she would display had she been dueling for her very life. Because she knew that was what was at stake right now, and she was not alone.
The amber gaze then moved to her side, meeting the icy eyes of the one who had promised to aid her in this journey. "We'll be jumping out of hyperspace soon..." There was a certain nervousness in her usually calm and collected voice. It was a mixture of things, but right now first among them was the fact that she was about to break a good handful of major laws and that if she had not calculated this jump to perfection they would be blasted away into pieces before they even got to see the mountain peaks reaching out of Geminidae's atmosphere. Ambassador or not, the Consorii weren't known for their patience when it came to unauthorized entries into their space, even more so since it was not Advena they were headed for.
This was the real Geminidae, and not a soul that had not been born in the system had set their eyes on it for centuries.
But if there was one person in the galaxy who could hope to achieve this madness, it was her. Nobody knew the ins and outs of this system as she did - and that hope was the root of the other emotions that simmered deep within her heart. This was home. This was the place Palm lived and would die for, and despite returning to it as an outlaw she could not help but hold a kind of feeling she rarely experienced. One she had shared with him before, just like she would share her homeworld.
"It'll be a rocky landing." Understatement. She knew that, she also knew Gerwald was aware of it too. There was only one way they could possibly manage to bypass the planetary defenses and patrols, and that was by jumping out as close to Geminidae's surface as they possibly could. The Vagabond's descent would be anything but smooth after that, but Palm was confident that, unless the Force decided they had seen enough of the living side of it, they would make it. The freighter was a sturdy one.
Palm took her seat, fastening the belt around her own body as much as she could, and as she readied herself for the incoming rush of adrenaline, a weird feeling settled within her. In only a few years she had gone so far. She wasn't what she once had been. Perhaps she had gone too far to truly return. As her eyes settled on the lupine one more time, she made her peace with that. Perhaps she would never really get all the way back home again, but home could be so much more than just a place.
Time seemed to flash by as the Vagabond pulled out of hyperspace with a start, immediately being surrounded by walls of jagged stone that reached high until they kissed space itself. Clouds, snow, then green as the crowns of trees that wanted to be as gigantic as the mountains came into view, the freighter still rattling violently as almost every alarm went off. As the Vagabond got closer to the ground, barely fighting the pull of gravity, Palm could not help but smile in relief even when confronted with a crash landing. They were not dead yet. They had gotten through.
C R A S H
The belly of the Vagabond collided with the ground before sliding several meters, banging against rocks and tree trunks that were simply too big to be bothered by the spaceship. Eventually they came to a halt, and as they did and the rush and aggressive movement of the landing turned into stillness, her head immediately turned to the side, heart clenching within her chest with momentary worry and a hand reaching out to find his arm in an instinctual attempt to reassure herself that he was still there and in one piece after the stunt they had pulled. There was ringing in her ears, and also the muffled sound of what she could easily tell was running water and the forest that had replaced the stars and the mountains on the other side of the transparisteel.
"Gerwald?"
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