Louise
here for your dad
The Shadowlands, Kashyyyk
The Talith curse strikes again.
Not that it wasn't Maleah's fault...but it was totally Maleah's fault. It seemed ridiculous in concept, that members of their family couldn't fly ships without something catastrophic happening. Why? It's not a disease, it's not biological, how can curses be real? Upon reflection, in a Galaxy lead by the Force, that last thought was solely mistaken.
Five minutes in the pilot chair and there were alarm klaxons blaring. Kaili did say it was a bad idea, but she didn't do anything wrong! She didn't try to pull off some miraculous manoeuvre, no loop-de-loops or barrel rolls. The twin was simply in the chair, at the helm, hands on the controls.
Then boom, cataclysmic engine failure out of nowhere. Alarms. Panic. Possibly a fire somewhere. It wasn't her fault! It was a technical issue.
No, it was the curse, which thankfully didn't extend to escape pods, which in her technologically blind panic she had practically dragged her younger sister into. She wasn't taking any chances with rogue combustion-prone ships.
The landing had been rough to say the least.
There were several large impacts, likely the pod breaking through a few trees but eventually without the speed they were simply bounced around like a poor Talith-filled pinball. Talk about your whiplash.
Eventually the violent and jarring descent ended, and they had finally crash landed upon what was presumably the ground, hard to tell in the darkness. Hopefully it was the ground and the escape pod wasn't wedged precariously amongst the branches of impossibly tall trees.
A groan came from the Talith twin, a hand moving up to massage the back of her poor abused neck before she looked across the pod, to where her sibling should have been strapped in.
“You okay, Kails?”
The Talith curse strikes again.
Not that it wasn't Maleah's fault...but it was totally Maleah's fault. It seemed ridiculous in concept, that members of their family couldn't fly ships without something catastrophic happening. Why? It's not a disease, it's not biological, how can curses be real? Upon reflection, in a Galaxy lead by the Force, that last thought was solely mistaken.
Five minutes in the pilot chair and there were alarm klaxons blaring. Kaili did say it was a bad idea, but she didn't do anything wrong! She didn't try to pull off some miraculous manoeuvre, no loop-de-loops or barrel rolls. The twin was simply in the chair, at the helm, hands on the controls.
Then boom, cataclysmic engine failure out of nowhere. Alarms. Panic. Possibly a fire somewhere. It wasn't her fault! It was a technical issue.
No, it was the curse, which thankfully didn't extend to escape pods, which in her technologically blind panic she had practically dragged her younger sister into. She wasn't taking any chances with rogue combustion-prone ships.
The landing had been rough to say the least.
There were several large impacts, likely the pod breaking through a few trees but eventually without the speed they were simply bounced around like a poor Talith-filled pinball. Talk about your whiplash.
Eventually the violent and jarring descent ended, and they had finally crash landed upon what was presumably the ground, hard to tell in the darkness. Hopefully it was the ground and the escape pod wasn't wedged precariously amongst the branches of impossibly tall trees.
A groan came from the Talith twin, a hand moving up to massage the back of her poor abused neck before she looked across the pod, to where her sibling should have been strapped in.
“You okay, Kails?”