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Mytaranor Sector | Kashyyyk System
Allara Ven was currently cursing out the Force and everything apart of it. She had stolen a starfighter from scavenger near Nal Hutta. An Ugly, it seemed, as was a mismatched piece of junk. One who's hyperdrive had gone up in smoke. She had been wanting to go to Dathomir, a place that she considered her true home. She seethed with the Dark Side as more of the junker ship's systems started to fail.
"Karking piece of Sith-spit!" She growled, motioning the controls toward the planetary surface of Kashyyyk.
She knew where the ship had decided to drop her out of. Smack dab in Jedi territory, but it was either deal with some Jedi and mangy Wookiees or die a smoldering death inside of the malfunctioning junk. The ship rattled as she plunged into the atmosphere. As soon as it dove into the sky, a stablizer blew off, creating a loud bang in the air. The ship skipped across the trees of the area before finally thundering to the ground to a halt. Being rattled, the Witch growled, taking off her seat belt and igniting one blade of her lightsaber, cutting her way out of the effective scrap pile. Yet, she knew she would not have gone unnoticed. The sound of the hard landing was loud enough to be heard for kilometers. Yet, any Force-sensitives would recognize her presence in the Force. One heavy with darkness and anger. She needed to get off this jungle world.
Mytaranor Sector | Kashyyyk System
Allara Ven was currently cursing out the Force and everything apart of it. She had stolen a starfighter from scavenger near Nal Hutta. An Ugly, it seemed, as was a mismatched piece of junk. One who's hyperdrive had gone up in smoke. She had been wanting to go to Dathomir, a place that she considered her true home. She seethed with the Dark Side as more of the junker ship's systems started to fail.
"Karking piece of Sith-spit!" She growled, motioning the controls toward the planetary surface of Kashyyyk.
She knew where the ship had decided to drop her out of. Smack dab in Jedi territory, but it was either deal with some Jedi and mangy Wookiees or die a smoldering death inside of the malfunctioning junk. The ship rattled as she plunged into the atmosphere. As soon as it dove into the sky, a stablizer blew off, creating a loud bang in the air. The ship skipped across the trees of the area before finally thundering to the ground to a halt. Being rattled, the Witch growled, taking off her seat belt and igniting one blade of her lightsaber, cutting her way out of the effective scrap pile. Yet, she knew she would not have gone unnoticed. The sound of the hard landing was loud enough to be heard for kilometers. Yet, any Force-sensitives would recognize her presence in the Force. One heavy with darkness and anger. She needed to get off this jungle world.