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Oct 18, 2011 22:55:16 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Oct 18, 2011 22:55:16 GMT -5
Doneeda was, again, surprised by Var. Starting to become a trend, she figured. Regardless, Var was asking if she wanted to be friends agian, and given everything that'd happened, oddly enough, Donnie was inclined to say yes.
Realistically, she'd lost all her friends to the "fuzz" on Corellia when she ratted them out, and had been on the run, avoiding contact in the republic with anybody who could possibly know who she was. Var was her only friend, despite their spat, she realized that given everything that'd happened, Donnie'd never stopped being her friend.
Donnie's rant, Telling Koe, even whacking her with a fire extinguisher, were all things that Doneeda felt she should do "for Var".
Doneeda wasn't subtle. Everything from the way she spoke, dressed, drank, everything, was basically the opposite of subtle. Apparently how she dealt with her friends was the same.
Now, the realization hit Doneeda in the space of about 2 seconds.
She squared up with Var, so Doneeda was sure her meaning was caught fully.
Var. I didn't ever stop stop being your friend. I did everything I did because I was trying to help. It worked out in the end, but I can see why you'd think I was a little mad. But if it'll make you feel better, I'll definitely keep being your friend.
Doneeda finished with a small smile.
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Oct 18, 2011 23:29:01 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 18, 2011 23:29:01 GMT -5
Var. I didn't ever stop stop being your friend. I did everything I did because I was trying to help. It worked out in the end, but I can see why you'd think I was a little mad. But if it'll make you feel better, I'll definitely keep being your friend.
Var smiled back at Doneeda. It was an expression that seemed incredibly foreign to her. Yes she'd had other smiles, but they were sardonic or cruel, this was different. This was and genuine happiness.
For the first time, she felt blessed. She had love, and she had a friend. A friend who'd stood by her even when things were at their darkest. Var remembered now, remembered the night before. Donnie had held her close and ran soothing hands over her lekku, had dried her tears. She was a true friend.
Var didn't trust easily, or often. She'd always been absolutely convinced everyone had an angle, and that relationships were foolish. But now that she had them, she realized she trusted Donnie and she trusted Koeing. They were...
Family. They were her new family. Donnie was like a sister to her. They'd had their fights, but they had a certain bond. Donnie knew things about Var that no one had known before. And that hopefully no one else ever would besides the three of them.
The Twi'lek looked up at her friend, focusing past her headache.
"You're my sister Donnie. But this is still private. Only the three of us can know. The other Sith wouldn't take me seriously any more. I take my privacy seriously, and if you did tell anyone else I would have to kill you. But I'd regret that. I'd regret it very much..."
Var lapsed into silence for a few long seconds before abruptly pulling the sensors off from her arm, ending the rhythmic beeping of the machine. She swung her legs over the side of the bed again and exploring for the ground with her toes. She found it quite promptly and began the arduous process of transferring her weight.
It took a while, but she was up and wobbling across the room on shaky feet. The sensation of air on her back caused her hands to track their way to her back. It was bare thanks to the rather limited coverage of the hospital gown. Var sighed.
"All right, where did they put my armor? I can't go anywhere like this."
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Oct 19, 2011 0:02:02 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Oct 19, 2011 0:02:02 GMT -5
Donnie took note of Var's seriousness about not telling anybody. It made sense, the Sith did seem to be a bit stuck on appearances, so it made sense that the last thing she wanted was Doneeda blabbing about anything.
In Donnie's mind, if she told anybody, even if Var wouldn't kill her, one of the other Sith probably would have out of principle.
The younger of the two nodded, then was surprised ( once again ), by her saying Donnie was her family. Truth be told, Doneeda wasn't entirely familiar with what that exactly meant. So far as Donnie was concerned, her last family had adopted her because they wanted to look good adopting an ethnic baby who was a slave. To get brownie points in their social circle.
Regardless, it made sense, Var didn't seem to have been interested in adopting her as the ethnic baby. She seemed genuine, and Doneeda didn't have a problem with it. So she decided to roll with it.
She stood up, with Var.
I'm ok with that, Haven't gotten to choose my family before, I'd like that.
She said, with a smile.
Then, hearing Var was wondering where her armor was, started looking around.
I think they probably put it in the closet, hang on a sec.
Donnie said, striding over to the door and popping it open, seeing var's "stuff" inside.
You ok, or you need a hand?
Doneeda asked, noticing Var was having a bit of an issue staying vertical.
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Oct 19, 2011 0:20:52 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 19, 2011 0:20:52 GMT -5
You ok, or you need a hand?
"I'll be fine," Var stated flatly as she wobbled over towards the closet Donnie had spotted, where presumably her personal effects were. It wasn't exactly easy to move, and her head was aching as if a half dozen tiny men were inside hacking away with all sorts of mining instruments. She paused halfway there to rub her temples, working around the large bandage covering the gash on her head.
But she did make it to the cabinet only to find a disheartening sight. Her beautiful black Echani armor was cut up by scissors, removed by the medics apparently.
Var's eye twitched.
That was her baby. Her own valuable and cherished personal property. And they'd cut it up like rags. If she wasn't so exhausted and pained she probably would have been furious.
"Echuta," Var muttered as she held up the armor, noticing the precise slits made in the fabric portion to remove it. She was going to guess it was repairable. But in the meantime she was left with her other possessions only.
She sorted through them. Her over-the-calf black boots, a communicator, and the durindfire crystal on a pendant her master had given her. She took the chain of the latter and fastened it around her neck, letting it dangle by her heart. Then she took her boots in hand and wobbled back across the floor, sinking into the chair.
After a moment of rest, she unfastened the straps on the boots and pulled them onto her feet. When she was done, she must have made a very odd sight. A pale Twi'lek woman in a bandaged head and a teal hospital gown wearing a pair of black boots extending partially up her bare legs, clutching damaged armor in her arms.
She shook her head as she walked over to the door with increased confidence this time, her footing was greatly improved after all, and she peeked out the door, quickly spotting Koeing.
Var smiled at him, then glanced around the rest of the corridor. Seeing it was clear, she stepped out again.
"How do I get out of here?"
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Oct 19, 2011 0:31:37 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Oct 19, 2011 0:31:37 GMT -5
Donnie suddenly realized that was her department, having to go retreive the ship and fly it over to the hospital. She took Var's need to leave as her que to to likewise, realizing Koe was nearby.
Well, I'm gonna go get the ship and fly it over, according to Koeing, I'm pickin' the pair of you two up on the roof.
She said, waving to Koe through the window once she'd finished.
Sorry about your armor...that really sucks, I'll pick up a sewing machine at our next stop.
Donnie said, motioning to the door.
I'll catch yah on the flip.
She said, giving Var a sudden hug then heading for the door, nodding to Koe on her way out.
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Oct 19, 2011 17:53:35 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2011 17:53:35 GMT -5
During the time he had left the two alone for Koeing had scouted the way they would take to get to the roof, however it entailed going past a guard station on the way and they didn't seem to happy it was like he had stirred up the perverbial hornets nest. He laughed as he watched them scurry about preparing themselves to raid the room he had barged in to according to them, at the same time medical staff were seeing to the unconcious guards down the hall.
Sighing he made his way back to the room, just as he got there he noticed Varulla peek out and he nodded to her whilst keeping an eye on the medical staff and guards. Donnie had quickly made her way out of the room to get the ship, so he made his way to Varulla to explain their way out. It was simple yet irritating, they had to go the long way around to avoid the medical staff attending to the guards and several check points that had been set up, the only problem was the guard station that stood between them and the door to the stairs.
He shrugged and smiled half heartedly, "We'll make it so long as Donnie doesn't take forever, if she does we may have some slight issues. I can only hold off the entire cities police force for so long, they do have the advantage of numbers my dear." He laughed and shook his head then stepped out in to the hall motioning for Varulla to follow, quickly his right hand rose and he reached out with the force down the opposite hall. Seeping through the cracks of a door he pulled it from its hinges with a loud Bang! to distract the guards so he and Varulla could begin their trek around the entire floor just to get to the stairs.
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Oct 19, 2011 20:05:21 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 19, 2011 20:05:21 GMT -5
Var managed to avoid wincing at the sound of the door breaking at the other end of the floor. It was awfully loud, and her head was still tender. Still, she appreciated what was being done to get her out of the hospital. She wasn't exactly sure of the reason they couldn't just walk out the doors the way she'd presumably gone in. But she had her suspicions.
The love of her life wasn't exactly the most subtle of men at times, and it was entirely possible his entry hadn't been on peaceful terms with the hospital's staff. But then again, who could blame him? The woman he loved was lying in a hospital bed.
Everything came back to that. Love. She was astonished still. She'd never pictured herself as having love or being loved. Probably because she'd never envisioned herself as deserving of it. It wasn't until yesterday she'd even realized she was beautiful in her own way. It was hard not to look in a mirror and see the awkward little girl who was all skin and bones. Hell, she'd barely been aware she had assets that could be used until Donnie talked her into lingerie. And that had made a huge difference.
A smile appeared on her face as she realized she had someone besides herself to appreciate that. When she was ready. Only then, and not before. When they were both ready. She would take this slowly, and savor every minute and every first step.
And on the topic of steps...
Var's boot set down on the first step of the staircase as she stared up the flight of stairs. It was the type of closed staircase where you couldn't tell just how many flights there were up to the top.
Five minutes later she could tell there were too many of them. Her head was spinning and she felt about to stumble. She leaned up against Koeing, resting her head on his shoulder and letting her right arm wrap around him.
He was a firm and solid presence all the way up the endless stairs and onto the roof. She needed that solidity. She needed a firm pillar, and not just physically. Var wanted some bulwark to bolster her own weakness; she needed someone to rely on besides herself. She had that now.
It had seemed like an eternity climbing up the stairs, but now her lekku were blowing in the sea breeze, and she could see off into the ocean. The white foam of the waves was rolling in to the sandy golden beaches steadily and surely as the sun sank low in the distance, staining the sky around it in beautiful shades of orange and purple. It was... romantic.
Var's hand reached down and found Koeing's as her weary head continued to rest on his shoulder.
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Oct 20, 2011 1:26:47 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2011 1:26:47 GMT -5
They were able to make it past the guards easily as they were busy with the disturbance on the other side of the floor. He opened the door to the stairway and let Var in then stepped in after her, he began his assent with her up the stairs and noted that she disliked the number of stairs they had to climb.
He shifted his weight quickly as Var leaned against him, She must still be feeling the affects of the injury. He thought, her arm wrapped around his back which sent an unfamiliar tingle down his spine, a small smile touched his lips and his left arm gently slid along her back to help support her.
He couldn't believe he had fallen in love with his apprentice and he was glad it was her and not someone else, a woman in the Sith who could understand intelligence and not look down on everything else around her with such arrogance. Such a curse arrogance is, he shook his head and sighed softly, the smile remained on his lips as they reached the roof finally.
His green eyes surveyed the view and it caught him off guard, he didn't expect the absolute beauty of the view coupled with the fact he and Varulla had just confessed to eachother the moment nearly stopped his heart. Coming back to reality Koeing felt Varulla's small fingers searching for his so he gently entwined his with hers while they awaited Donnie to show.
Below he could hear sirens and cops shouting for evacuation, that an armed and dangerous man is within the hospital prowling it corridors to kill someone. He simply laughed at the thought and looked to the sky awaiting their guardian angel, however their guardian angel just had to be a peice of junk that barely hung in the sky.
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Oct 20, 2011 2:02:01 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Oct 20, 2011 2:02:01 GMT -5
Meanwhile...
Doneeda was in a very awkward position.
The twi'lek was hanging, upside down, from a frame support in the bowels of the ship, trying to get the power back online. If she'd had the time to look into it, the problem would probably have been some kind of simple software configuration error. But, she didn't . That meant Donnie had to do a quick and dirty repair, which, coincidentally, usually began with turning things off until the thing she wanted to work, worked.
Which was the process she was in the throes of currently. Her leeku were dangling a good 3 feet below her, as she hung upside down with her legs swung uncomfortably over the support. Through years of practice, and lots of core training ( donnie was proud of her tummy ), she was able to keep her upper body tensed enough so she could do this pretty much all day.
Currently, the Twi'lek was frantically removing power couplings from the main bus, paring the ship down to it's basic systems. Air, Hyperdrive, Engines, Repulsors. The basics. She'd fix the other stuff once they were in on Zeltros.
The process it's self was simple enough. However, upside down, in the dark, and the heat, it was taking far longer than expected. The ship's bowels were rather rusty, and it had caked on a number of connectors, forcing her to use a tool that would ultrasonically shake it off. This tool, however, took time.
Echuta!
She said, loudly, as she knicked her knuckles for the umpteenth time that particular bolt.
Donnie's knuckles, on both hands, had become a mess of small scrapes and cuts from the wrench suddenly letting go as she tried to get fasteners off. This, however, was the last one, and was being as stubborn as ever.
She put the de-ruster on it again, and hit the button, it's high-pitched wailing filling the compartment as she waited for it to cycle off.
Eventually, mercifully, it did. She tossed it up and back to the meager catwalk that was used to gain access to the drive section of the hull, and put the wrench on it, and gave it her all.
At first, it didn't budge. Donnie groaned, and then redoubled her efforts, giving a gargantuan effort, and starting to see stars in the process as the bold slowly gave way. Once it had, she spun it off easily and pulled the connector out. Then, swung herself back up and got out of the compartment, returning to the cockpit.
-- 10 minutes later --
Donnie had had to restart the ship from cold. That meant 3 minutes for the reactor to get up and going, another 2 for the engines to come to temperature, and a full minute for the Repulsor computer to get it's bearings and set up the drives. A full 5 minutes of waiting while the ship sorted it's self out. It felt like an eternity.
Finally, however, the final 'beep' sounded, and the ship displayed "ready" on it's screens. She was off. That was 5 minutes ago. Currently, Doneeda was waiting on clearance to land on top of the hospital. They kept delaying, saying something about a dangerous person and a possible hostage situation.
The Twi'lek had had enough, and got as close as she dared.
Koe...ing...they think Koeing is taking Var as a hostage...this is a mess.
Donnie said to herself, realizing what was going on. She pressed the yoke forwards and flew the ship straight for the hospital, heading for the roof, the front ramp dropping as she flew in. Without the more advanced "Assisted Landing System ", she'd have to do it by eyeball. Donnie had no idea what the altitude on the top of the hospital was, so it was going to be a rough landing.
Donnie put the craft about 30 feet in front of the pair, with a dull thud as the ship's landing gear absorbed the impact from her guesstimated landing.
'es go, ove birs
Donnie said over the loudspeaker.
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Oct 20, 2011 15:13:24 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 20, 2011 15:13:24 GMT -5
Donnie, Var decided, was taking her sweet time getting back with the bucket. Whether that was because of some sort of technical problem or distance from the hospital she couldn't quite tell. She'd been unconscious with major head trauma when she was brought to the hospital, so she really had no idea whether it was near or far to the hangar they'd landed in.
And to be fully honest, she didn't care. It took however long it took, and that was no problem. She had the setting sun and the comforting presence of her master, her love, to bask in. Time was immaterial. The sounds of sirens coming from far below didn't concern her. The salty breeze blowing onto her bare back didn't trouble her either. However she did still wonder, what would Koeing think if she turned around and allowed her scarred back to be visible?
No, he knew about all her scars now, and he loved her despite them. She couldn't see anything changing that, not now.
She stared back at the setting sun, watching it slowly sink down the horizon. It was almost like something out of a painting, the two lovers silhouetted against the brilliant orange-red of the sun... Even if no artist captured the moment, Varulla'aba knew she'd never forget it until the day she died. This was the happiest day of her life.
Just as sky was dark and the last rays of the sun were disappearing, the bucket came roaring in and touched down on the roof. Var had to admit, as a pilot herself, that Donnie handled the battered freighter quite well. Admirably well in fact given the size of the ship compared to the roof, and all without much in the way of instrumentation. The Twi'lek Sith doubted she could have handled it nearly as well. But then again, her own piloting ability was little more than the most primitive operations. Taking off and landing were tense activities for her.
'es go, ove birs
Var smiled wearily. Let's go love birds. Were she and Koeing really 'love birds' now? That was such a funny thought. Who'd have ever pegged her for the type? Var who showered at odd hours to avoid any stray glances, and Var who the day before had killed a man for calling her 'sweet cheeks.'
This was something they'd have to hide. The others in the Order wouldn't approve, they'd consider this trust and this love to be weakness. If they ever found out there would be unrelenting harassment. It would have to remain a secret among the three of them.
The pale Twi'lek Initiate started out across the roof, heading towards the open ramp of the rather battered freighter, trusting Koeing would be right there by her side. He was her strong pillar after all.
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Oct 20, 2011 21:38:52 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2011 21:38:52 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes at Donnie's remark, Love Birds the thought made him laugh while walking Varulla to the ship, not two feet from the ship Koeing stopped dead in his tracks. She...Reiishia is here. His body went tense and his eyes narrowed as he felt a ripple in the force, a presence he would never forget.
"She has the audacity to show her self." He growled under his breath then looked to Varulla, she had to leave, the police would burst out the door to the roof any moment and following them would be that damned Jedi.
He sighed softly then looked at Varulla his eyes full of sorrow, but behind that shallow layer of sorrow was his hatred intensifying by the second. "Varulla my love, get on the ship now," He was cut off as the door behind them boomed open and out flooded half the cities police, guns drawn blasters and slug throwers alike.
"I'll meet you on Tatooine, go." His arms wrapped around Varulla and his lips met hers one last time before parting ways, he pulled from the embrace and spun on his heels to face down the barrels of the guns.
"Let the hostage go and set your weapons on the ground or we will shoot!" Called the ranking officer, the order made Koeing laugh, however a trigger happy new recruit started the party, he was too excited and fired off a single slug which got knocked away with a quick swipe of Koeing's arm using the force to sweep it away harmlessly. "You've signed your death warrant."
His arms shot forward and the force channeled through his arms then shot between the officers deviding the group in two, then sweeping his arms out caused the two groups to be pushed opposite ways throwing a couple off of the roof. Once they were out of the way he enveloped the roof access port and crushed it partially caving in the top of the staircase hoping it would delay the Jedi.
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Oct 20, 2011 22:39:02 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 20, 2011 22:39:02 GMT -5
"She has the audacity to show her self."
Technically speaking, Twi'leks had no eyebrows. They weren't really necessary after all, unlike eyelashes. However it was quite common for them to be tattooed on or otherwise painted on to look more 'normal.' Or whatever passed for normal in such a very large galaxy. Varulla'aba was no exception to the common practice. She'd had her own eyebrows tattooed on early in her Padawan days as a Jedi, at her master's instruction.
At Koeing's mumbled words, both of them rose.
Who was 'she', and why had she been so audacious? That was a confusing question, and one Var would have undoubtedly sought an answer to. If she'd been afforded time.
The mournful look in her master-turned-lover's eyes cut her off, and a curious look came into her own expressive green eyes. She wanted to know what had prompted that, but she had the distinct impression now wasn't the right place or time for it.
She was right.
"Varulla my love, get on the ship now,"
At first through her muddled head Var failed to recognize the rush. They were all going up into the ship again, weren't they? Why didn't he simply walk the remaining few feet into the ramp with her? Then belatedly she realized he wanted her to go in without him.
Her first reaction was to stubbornly refuse. Her place was by her side, until death. And maybe even after if there was some existence beyond the grave. She didn't want to leave him. Not now. Not ever. She'd just barely gotten him, giving him up would be hard. Harder than anything else she'd ever done.
The door to the roof flew open and law enforcement personnel rushed out onto it, weapons drawn. For a moment, a familiar fiery defiance flared into life in her tired eyes. Now more than ever her place was with her master. How could she just leave him alone on the rooftop, surrounded?
Then her better judgment kicked in. She was weakened, distracted, exhausted, wearing a hospital gown, and without so much as a lightsaber. She was less than useless in any fight, she was a detriment.
"I'll meet you on Tatooine, go."
As her eyes shifted to obvious acceptance of his command, they kissed again. It was just as passionate as before, though it was more abbreviated. Still, Var decided she could readily kiss him for hours and never grow tired of it. She'd had her very first kiss not even an hour ago, and she was already proving proficient at it. One hand caressed the face she'd grown to love as she hovered mere inches away.
She whispered to him softly, knowing these would be her parting words to him. For now at least.
"You come back to me safely."
Reluctantly she pulled her hand away and turned towards the freighter. Without looking back, she climbed up the ramp and headed straight up to the cockpit, only wobbling slightly as she progressed through the interior. She did, however, stumble on the stairs. But she righted herself and raced up to Donnie, sliding into the copilot's seat.
She didn't even notice the awkward sticking feeling of the vinyl on her bare skin.
"Donnie, take off. We have to go now, to Tatooine."
Var sank back into the seat, tossing her damaged armor back down into the corridor. She was spent now. Utterly spent. So spent in fact that her head sank onto her shoulder and she felt herself drifting off to sleep.
She resisted the urge for a few seconds, but it was too hard. She knew she was safe now. And in that warm safety, she drifted off to the sensation of movement in the ship.
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Post by The Conman on Oct 21, 2011 0:00:44 GMT -5
Donnie was tapping her foot beside the yaw peddle as the pair disappeared under the nose of the ship. Eventually, only Var motored into the cockpit, tossed her armor in the hallway, then promptly passed out.
Doneeda was somewhat relieved, though not having a co-pilot when half the ships systems were down was going to be a handful. That and the fact that the authorities were now going to be rather cross with her for blatantly ignoring a no fly zone, landing without clearance, interfering with a hostage situation, then, what she was doing now, dashing off into the sunset. Hopefully.
The younger of the two, was somewhat experienced with her current situation, but not Murkahana's defence force's seriousness. On Corellia, such a stunt would get you chased, but unless the hostage was high value, Corsec would just let you go after a chase to orbit. They wouldn't even bother sending fighters, just the standard police ships.
Murkhana was different.
The basic, built in sensor system started going off.
Time to go.
Donnie said out loud, flicking the switch to lift the ramp and putting her hands on the yoke, gunning the engines.
Doing a loop around the hospital, she spotted Koeing knock back a bunch of officers.
Oh yeah, we're so outta here.
Doneeda said again to herself, pushing the engines fully forward into the "TO" or " To Orbit" power setting. The rumble of the engines grew as they ramped up, and the gauges and readout screens all lurched to their higher values.
All the while, the two dots that had appeared on her sensor screen drew closer. Then, over the comm system, the MDF made contact.
Unidentified Freighter, this is Captain Saler of the MDF, you will land your vessel and power down or be fired upon, confirm copy.
A deep, angry voice boomed over the system.
Donnie, having no intention of stopping nor being fired on, got the range and speed information from the sensor system, then responded.
Is gon' go wid' option tree. Choo try tah katch me, den fail an' look 'ike a dummie.
She replied, waiting for them to get closer before seeing what the bucket could actually do.
Meanwhile, the altimeter dinged for 10km. The ship's limiter was about to shut down. Due to the atmosphere finally getting thin enough for the enignes to really throttle up. Down low, it was pointless to use everything they had, the air was like soup. Up higher, above 20km typically, the air was thin, and meant the engines could throttle up all the way. It also meant the ship would maneuver better.
Shortly after the 15km ding, a stream of blaster bolts went zinging past the cockpit, and a small fighter zoomed by the ship before winging over and darting out of view. Donnie followed it on the sensor read out, he'd dropped 3000 meters below and was maneuvering back to link up with his wingman, who was following 2km behind.
20km ding.
Suddenly the readouts changed modes. The bars that were in the red suddenly changed mulitpliers, and they dropped into the green and started climbing, the engine fuel flow started spiraling up, the reactor output started climbing, the ship came alive.
With these increases, also came the logical increase in velocity.
The fighters started dropping back, surprisingly. Not quickly, but it was obvious that they were struggling to keep up. By the 30km ding, they were trailing by nearly 3km.
Then, rather suddenly, there was a loud BANG, and Donnie got rocked in her seat. Then another, then another. The ships status readout recorded 3 hits to the top of the right wing structure. BANG. Four.
But the pair weren't able to keep up, now at 5km.
A pair of blue bolts zinged past the window, acompanied by a fifth BANG.
40 km, and alarms started going off, as well as the "Master Caution".
Aparnantly they'd hit an engine. Donnie hit the "auto scram" button and it shut its self down without further drama. Thankfully, the freighter had 8 main engines. 4 larger ones, and 4 smaller ones. One of the smaller ones had been hit.
50km.
The pair of trailing ships was now nearly 15km behind the freighter. Given the fact the bangs and stray bolts had stopped, Doneeda figured she was out of range. But not for long.
More than likely the pair that gave chase were repulsor craft. At this altitude, they would have been having a tough time keeping up with the freighter. They probably radioed in, to get proper fighter support. Doneeda would need to work fast.
60km
She popped open the astrogation console, in front of var, and typed in "Zeltros", and hit the calculate button. A bar popped up, counting up from 0 to 100%. It was calculating the jump. At the same time, Doneeda leveled out the ship, aiming for a low-orbiting space port. They wouldn't shoot at her with that in the way, too much risk of hitting civvies.
70km....80km...90km...
Donnie breathed a sigh of relief, the freighter was past the majority of the soupy atmosphere and was cooking along as fast as it would be able to in deep space, making quick work of the 30km gap between her and the station.
As the freighter zoomed by it, the calculation hit the 50% mark. The sensor system also dinged, 2 more dots had appeared, and were closing. Fast.
Eeeeeecuuuta....
Doneeda said, watching the bar creep past 65%. The dots were probably proper fighter craft, she figured. Easily able to out maneuver the bucket and out run it. All she had to do was get clear of the gravity well of the planet before they could close to weapons range.
According to the computer, it was going to be a photo finish.
80%
Donnie watched as the dots closed to the 50km ring. Given what she'd seen earlier, roundabout 20 she was going to start praying. Thankfully, the computer started uploading orientation directions to her console. The Twi'lek cut the thrust, useless now as she was in space and didn't need to change direction, just orientation, and moved the ship into the proper orientation, which gave her a good view of the planet...and the rapidly closing fighters.
90%
Donnie watched as the pair crossed the 20km ring. She, knowing ever second would count, set the drive to "Auto". As soon as it was ready, it'd jump. She saw muzzle flashes as they opened fire, the teal blaster bolts raining towards her and Var in the bucket. Donnie closed her eyes and held on tight to the Yoke.
Moments before impact and a firey death, the stars stretched to infinity and they were gone, the blaster bolts passing through the now vacant space, only a second or two after the ship vanished into hyperspace.
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