It was cold in space...
No matter how many layers she put on, nor how warm she made her environmental control setting, Ashyyn always felt the cold. Her crew mates told her it was normal for those who spent their lives planet side- she would adjust. There was little comfort in their words however, as this cold seemed to be one that came from within.
Stationed aboard Scavenging Vessel SR-793- affectionately named 'The Grub', Ashyyn was the newest addition to a team of deep space explorers assigned to a scavenge and recovery mission near the Maw. It was a dangerous expedition for the most seasoned of scavengers, and Ashyyn was far from that. Born on the hellscape that was Tatooine, she took her first opportunity to leave that Sith cursed rock to make a name for herself- to her misfortune, this was that opportunity.
It had been three weeks since they set off, making their way through the lesser traveled Hyperspace lanes to avoidany encounters with the law (This was not a legal operation after all). As such, it took them longer to make their way into the treacherous heart of the galaxy. They reached the fringe three days ago, and since then things only became slower. They were in the Deep Core now, where hyperspace travel was treacherous at best- this meant the crew had to navigate around increasingly unstable collapsing lanes. Whoever set this operation up must have known the stakes as the ships Captain, Hakkon, slipped in and out of these lanes without any hesitation.
"Good" She thought to herself. "At least one of us knows what they are doing."
The rest of the crew was a rag-tag posse of mercenaries, scavengers and desperate denizens. Ashlyyn kept to herself, though she knew a few by name- Ajax was the heavy lifter and demolition expert, Banius was a seasoned war vet who was dishonorably discharged when they found him smuggling discarded battlefield equipment, and then finally there was Hakkon himself, who was a stoic, yet strong leader. He made her feel welcomed right away. As she was lost in her thoughts, Ajax lumbered up next to her. He was a large zabrak with filed high horns- while he was terrifying to look at, he was probably the nicest person on the crew besides the captain – and he was her bunk mate. She felt him before she saw him, leaning against the post next to her.
“So kid, what do you think we are going to find out here? Is it treasure? I hope it is treasure!” He let out a booming laugh that seemed to make the hull rumble. It was strange for someone so lighthearted to be wanted in multiple sectors of the galaxy for acts of terror- she couldn't quite figure him out, but she made sure to stay on his good side.
“If it is, I say we split it, steal the ship and ditch the rest of the crew.” Giving him a wry smirk before lifting herself off of the bench that she had claimed for the last two hours. “I am sure Hakkon won't mind- he seems right at home here.”
“Mmm, you say that now – wait until we hit the circuit near Byss- then you will get to see him as scared as the rest of us.” Ajax pulled out a small flask from his belt, taking a sip from its contents before offering it to her.
“Why? Is it even crazier there?” She shook her head, declining the offer. She knew better than to drink the swill that Ajax seemed to love.
“Yeah, but its also because he is superstitious. He says he gets a bad feeling when he is in this part- they say the old emperor had a base up here or something like that. It was ages ago, but he still gets the chills.” Ajax shrugged at her decline and took another sip from the flask. Ashlyyn stroked her chin for a moment – was that the same chill that she felt?
As the thought crossed her mind, the ship's intercom boomed with Hakkon's deep voice.
::We just entered the Byss sector, everyone strap in – it's going to be a bumpy ride from here on out.::
Ashlyyn's heart sank – maybe it was the same feeling...
It was cold in space...
Edited by Lord Nexus, 13 April 2019 - 12:49 PM.