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Oct 12, 2012 14:29:07 GMT -5
Post by Zherathul the Voidscale on Oct 12, 2012 14:29:07 GMT -5
laying on the hot sand with the sun beating down, Avegira felt the tingle of her body as her system tried to fight the paralytic and weakening toxin. closing her eyes, she concentrated on her body to combat the toxin. after a minute or so, she heard the last of the fighting, but focused on her body. within her mind, it felt like a while as she tried to purge the toxin. while it felt like a portion of time had passed in her mind, only a few minutes had passed in real. finally able to pinpoint the agent in the toxin, she used the Force to trap the agent, neutralizing the effects, for a short time.
beginning to feel the control of her body, she slowly tested her joints. starting with her right hand, she balled her fist several times, feeling the joints pop several times. next testing her arms, she lifted them up, a majority of the joints popping loudly. slowly lifting herself up, Avegira heard too numerous pops as she sat up and slowly opened her eyes. slowly and weakly pushing herself to her feet, she wobbled a little before finally gaining her balance. pulling the dart from her arm, she proceeded to grab her vibroblade and weakly walk over to the ship. pulling out a device with weak fingers, she typed in a sequence of keys, and the landing ramp began to drop. "lets get in before anything else happens," Avegira said, walking up the ramp with heavy footsteps. when the cool air of the ship's interior hit her face, she dropped the blade in her hand and leaned against the wall as her muscles seem to weaken.
as fast as she could in her weakened state, she made her way to the cockpit and plopped into the pilot seat. pressing the ramp control, she began to start up the ship's systems. starting to feel her control on the agent of the toxin fading, she activated the auto-pilot to fly the ship to Anahid's ship location. weakly picking herself out of the chair, she made her way drunkenly to the medical room, removing her cloak on the way. entering the small room, she laid down on the bed and attached a piece of equipment to her arm, which was linked to a kolta tank. as her head laid down on the small pillow, she felt the toxin redo its work, feeling her muscles weaken and unable to move. closing her eyes, Avegira let her mind wonder, thinking of random things as the kolta slowly did its work.
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Oct 13, 2012 2:48:39 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 13, 2012 2:48:39 GMT -5
The Fosh’s voice broke Anahid from her state, making the human glance back in her general direction. While the female had previously done a well job at disarming her opponents, Avegira now seemed off. Her force flow was erratic as far as Anahid was concerned, a difficult expression of her body as if fighting some ailment. It confused Anahid as she followed shortly after, a furrowed brow and bitten lip the result of her musings – she didn’t seem wounded, Avegira, that is, even if she stumbled and had a hard time keeping herself right.
The breath of cold air that followed as Anahid entered the ship soon sidetracked her thoughts. The heat was forgotten, abandoned to the outside world – farther and farther from Anahid with each step she took. The Jedi was grateful for the sudden salvation, even if it was brought forth by some unusual circumstances. The clanking of her boots echoed dully after each step she took, carrying her deeper into the Fosh’s ship. It didn’t necessarily seem like an overly flashy ship, one that served for its functions and not to ‘look pretty.’ But still, the woman found herself oddly fascinated with the sight and couldn’t help but stare longer at her surroundings.
“Miss Avegira?” Anahid finally called out into the nothingness, having had lost of the female in her silent musings, but met no response. Her frown returning, brown eyes scrutinizing her surroundings. Yet, it was not until the warm coffee orbs found themselves shifting, an odd pulsating blue as force sight was used, that she found herself relaxing. She followed the Fosh’s force readings, into a back room – a medical bay of sorts, she noted – where Avegira sat comfortably.
“Is there anything I could do to possibly help?”
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Oct 13, 2012 12:44:57 GMT -5
Post by Zherathul the Voidscale on Oct 13, 2012 12:44:57 GMT -5
as she felt the kolto combat the toxin, she heard Anahid's voice. opening her eyes, Avegira looked up at ceiling as she felt her body still unresponsive. opening her mouth a little to see if it was responsive, she was glad it did. "there isn't much you can do. the toxin is quite a potent one, and i just need a little time," she said, her voice sounding harsh. clenching her jaw as a spasm went through muscles, she wished she had been more careful. when the spasm stopped, she opened at Anahid as best as she could saying, "if you want, you can examine the rest of my ship. it is a Sith ship, so you may find something interesting," letting out a light laugh, which turned into a cough. closing her eyes, Avegira tried to concentrate, hoping that she could assist the kolto in mending her.
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Oct 14, 2012 21:57:32 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 14, 2012 21:57:32 GMT -5
It was odd to feel so utterly powerless, useless; seeing the Fosh strapped to the Kolto, eyes drooping and body unresponsive, Anahid felt horrible. Yes, she knew the female would be fine – there was really no reason to worry about her. But as she watched the Fosh’s muscles tighten, a series of spasms running across her, she seriously doubted it. Anahid forced a smile, nodding a little at Avegira’s words, “Yes, of course.” There was no point in arguing against Avegira, even If she did, the Fosh would most likely brush the help away, assuring the female that everything was fine.
“If you need something,” Anahid added as she made her way out the door, “please do not hesitate to call.” Anahid would not be able to heal complex wounds like the healers at the temple, but she could, at the very least, aid the Kolto in the process.
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Oct 15, 2012 12:00:54 GMT -5
Post by Zherathul the Voidscale on Oct 15, 2012 12:00:54 GMT -5
Listening to Anahid leave the room, Avegira turned her full attention back to the kolto. After a few minutes of concentrating, she fell asleep. As she slept, her dreams turned into her memories.
Standing in the hallway of the Avaina’s Talon, she was standing over herself as her younger self sat next to her dying masters. Seeing her masters grab their hands before they passed on, she could clearly see the love they had for each other. As the area began to blur and fade away, a new area began to fade into focus. Standing within the camp of the Mandalorians on Dxun, Avegira looked towards the sky as her ship left. Looking around, she suddenly heard the alarms. Looking around the camp, she saw the large group of mercenaries begin to attack the camp. Quickly moving to where the commander of the camp was, she watched as he contacted her younger self and adopted her through Mandalorian custom. Looking to the sky as he cut the line, she saw the blink of light as the ship entered hyperspace. When the memory was over, she was engulfed in an explosion as the area faded to a blur.
Opening her eyes, she looked around to find herself in a large room, barely lit by several torches on the walls. After a minute of looking around, her eyes soon came upon a figure standing in the shadows. Clad in a dark cloak, the figure walked forward, stopping a few feet in front of her. Standing still for a half-minute, the figure then removed her hood, showing her face, which Avegira took a step back out of shock, and fear. She was looking at herself. Her features were much darker, her eyes a reddish color, her skin taking on a slight sickly touch, and her feather hair were battered and untaken of. Suddenly, she felt a burning sensation in her chest, and as she looked down, saw two lightsaber blades, her lightsabers, sticking into her chest. As her vision began to blur, she could clearly see the menacing grin on her darker self’s face.
Lurching up as she awoke suddenly, she clench her stomach as the pain of the suddenly movement and the sensations of the dream made her nearly vomit. Calming herself slightly, she found herself trembling in fear at what the last portion of the dream could mean. For a minute, she tried her best to clear her mind of the fear, succeeding slightly. Looking over at the monitor that connected to the kolto system, she saw that the toxin had been cleared away from her body. Looking at the time the system was active, she saw that she had been asleep for just over an hour. Laying back down, she stared up at the ceiling, wondering what the exact meaning of what the last portion of the dream could mean.
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Oct 16, 2012 1:12:08 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 16, 2012 1:12:08 GMT -5
Silence reigned supreme throughout the darkened room. Light filtered through the cranny between the door and floor, allowing a thin, translucent shingles to bounce playfully across the floor. Steady breaths came undisturbed, an easy, monotonous rhythm that tried to keep the Jedi still. Her legs were crossed, left foot resting on her right thigh, her right foot resting on her left – arms were extended, palms facing up as they rested easily against her knees. Her head was tilted upward, toes slightly pointed, breaths coming easier than before. Every breath taken seemed to soothe her tired being; and so, after an hour of sitting in quiet solitude, Anahid Reisier brought her head down.
Anahid could feel something lightly pressing on the back of her head, but she could care less; as far as she was concerned, this was the most relaxed she had been in a while, and she wasn’t about to allow her wild imagination to take over again. As much as the pressing thoughts continued to dance and heckle her, Anahid wasn’t particular worried. At the moment, very few things could make her worry enough to have her pay attention to the oppressing sensation.
She pushed the feeling back, opting to ignore it – it would go away, she figured, only to come back another day. Second after second passed and the only movement she made was to pull her arms from her knees and unto her lap. The woman could now feel the sensation growing stronger – a pinch followed. The tan-complexioned female shifted a bit more, now partially more aware, but made no effort to open her eyes and follow the sensation. It would go away – she was convinced of it. She shifted her weight slightly and opened her eyes, a heavy breath finally parting from her lips. She straightened up slightly, her back rolling into a more relaxed position – but, it was as she uncrossed her legs and allowed her shoulders to relax, that the woman found the peace she had felt interrupted by the sudden sensation of fear.
Pure and unhinged fear.
Her dark eyes fluttered open, scanned the quiet solitude of the room, before realizing the sensation came from elsewhere – from someone else. The meditation pose was broken, her legs stretched as she pulled herself to a stance, body following the curious sensation. It was not unusual to feel fear, not an uncommon happening in the Galaxy, but it still capture the Jedi’s attention whenever she came near it.
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Oct 16, 2012 14:31:04 GMT -5
Post by Zherathul the Voidscale on Oct 16, 2012 14:31:04 GMT -5
laying on the bed, she continued to stare at the ceiling. after the tenth time of the dream replaying within her mind, she pushed herself up and moved her legs to sit on the edge of the bed. taking the kolto administer from her arm, Avegira stood up, feeling her body stiff and sluggish. taking a minute to loosen her joints, she walked over to the door. opening it and walking through, she began to make her way to the cockpit. falling into the pilot's seat, she checked the readings of the ship's systems, trying to get the dream out of her mind. for several minutes, she read system read-outs, calculations, and small fluxes in the engines, but with each attempt, she was no closer to ridding herself of the dream. letting out a sigh, she slowly pushed herself up from the seat and made her way to exit the cockpit. opening the door to the cockpit, she saw Anahid. before a click of a clock could move, the image of her darker self flashed within her mind and a jolt of pain passed through her body. as the pain passed through her legs, they gave out, making Avegira fall onto her back. for what felt like several minutes, but was only a few seconds, she grabbed her head and tried to force the image away. unable to force the image out, she was only able to break its hold when she felt the cold metal of the floor when she slammed the back of her head against it. becoming light headed, the image began to fade, as tiny lights flooded her vision.
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Oct 16, 2012 23:33:51 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 16, 2012 23:33:51 GMT -5
The door opened, causing the Jedi to turn – suddenly met by the origin of the oppressing sensation. Something was terrifying the female, she could see it as clear as day. “Miss Avegira…” She questioned, before horror momentarily fleeted across her features – the Fosh dropped, enveloped in complete agony. She was screaming, convulsing on the floor, fits of fear making her body react in horrible ways. The Jedi cursed as she ran to her side, trying her very best to make the tremors seize.
“Miss Avegira!” Anahid called, trying her very best to keep the Fosh still all to no avail; the female kept squirming, yelling, banging her head repeatedly against the cold metal floor. The Jedi gritted her teeth, watching as she went on with her mission, banging her head in a monotonous rhythm, harder and harder until the thudding had stopped. The Fosh dropped limply on the ground, eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Oh no…” She uttered nervously, pulling the female against the wall, where she could prop her up into a sitting position. There was blood, that much the Jedi could tell, staining the Fosh’s feathered hair.
The Jedi pressed a hand against the back of Avegira’s head, feeling the stickiness of the blood drying against her skin. Eyes fluttered close as the Force began to flow, the erratic jolts pricking Anahid’s skin. She breathed out heavily, a desperate attempt to ease her tense mind – she couldn’t do much to assist the female except for, perhaps, stopping the bleeding and preventing a concussion from taking place.
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Oct 17, 2012 14:53:27 GMT -5
Post by Zherathul the Voidscale on Oct 17, 2012 14:53:27 GMT -5
as she was sat up against the wall, Avegira tried with all her might to straighten her mind. as the points of light in her vision began to blink out one by one, she started to feel the slight bleeding begin to cease. after a minute of trying to focus herself, her mind finally focused enough to allow her to think. closing her eyes, she felt something was amiss within herself. after a few seconds of piecing it together, she soon found her answer. her control of the Force was unstable, making her control over the dark and light sides almost non-existant. feeling a darker presence of the Force taking its chance to try and twist her, she had no chance right now to fight back. weakly reaching over to a small compartment housed within the side of a console, she pulled out an inhibitor device.
placing the device onto her head and activating it, she soon felt the Force become almost gone. letting her body go limp as the inhibitor cloud the Force to her, she allowed her body to finally have a moments rest. "thank you, Anahid," Avegira managed to say, her voice harsh and weak. wishing to just go to sleep, her wish was denied when the sound of a monitor filled the room. weakly and slowly picking herself up, she used the wall to support herself as she made her way slowly to the console. before she could press a bottom, the call began. on the screen was a cloaked figure who was bathed in shadows. before she could even say anything, the figure began to speak, a menacing male voice filling the air, "we have tolerated your defiance long enough, Fosh. we know your strength in the Force, and your choice must be made. join the Sith, or we shall hunt you down. you have six hours to respond."
as the screen blinked off, Avegira just stared wide-eyed, as her legs gave out. sliding down to sit on her legs, she had feared a day like this. feeling like she had betrayed her masters, tears began to well up at the edges of her eyes. looking at the display next to the screen that played the message through slightly blurry eyes, she knew what she needed to do. "miss Reisier, please go get the stim-packs and some medpacks from the medical room? i need to fix your ship," Avegira spoke, the sadness and resolve in her voice over the harshness and weakness.
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Oct 18, 2012 16:25:21 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 18, 2012 16:25:21 GMT -5
Anahid was concerned as the Fosh pulled herself up into an unsteady stance, swaying lightly as she walked. The Jedi stood with her, following closely behind, afraid that, like before, the Fosh would suddenly plummet into the ground. But as the female turned a corner, the Jedi was frozen mid-step by a voice unlike any other she had heard before.
It was a dreadful voice; hollow and dark, dripping with vengeance and terrors the Jedi could barely begin to understand. The voice’s venomous nature dripped across the ship, poisoning all that got close to its presence. The voice spoke of borrowed time, of a decision to be made – of succumbing to the dark side or facing retribution. A short breath was caught within Anahid’s chest at the sudden realization, the Fosh was being tempted. She moved slightly, fingers inching towards the edge of the doorframe; she was curious. Anahid was terribly curious to meet the father of the words, the one who spoke with malicious intent and spread it through the ship like wildfire. Yet, as her fingers curled around the edge, body ready to lean forward and give in, she stopped. No, it was far too dangerous for the Fosh as well as herself.
Her fingers slid from the frame, hand falling silently by her side as the voice went on – mere hours, that’s all it gave, mere hours for the decision to be made. Nothing more was spoken after that – deafening silence falling across the ship, its presence marred only by the static coming from the monitor. The Jedi moved, peered across the corner, only to be met by the shocked figure that was Avegira. Anahid saw her fear, the very same fear that she had previously perceived. Anahid considered talking, but before she could voice her concerns, the Fosh spoke, asking if the Jedi could retrieve medpads from the medical bay.
“Those people, they are very different from the Jedi,” Anahid spoke casually as she turned on her heel, her robes dancing with the slightest of movements, “…they won’t give up, miss Avegira.” The Fosh had made a mistake – a costly one, at that. Anahid knew it, it was as clear as day. Her voice sunk into the oppressing silence of the room, as the Jedi retraced her steps – back to the medical bay, and towards the medpacks that sat happily in place.
She should have known better.
Anahid held no spite to the Sith, but she did to their actions, their unrelentlesness and unwillingness to listen to reason other than their own. When a thought came across the Sith’s brow, there was little that could be done to sway it. They were difficult creatures, the Sith, perhaps not all them evil, some of them just lost souls, but they killed, they swayed others under the pretense of fear, and, for the most part, obtained what they wanted. If they didn’t, they took it by force.
Anahid sighed as she grabbed the medpads from the table, returning once more where Avegira stood. Her heart was heavy, confused, Anahid could see, swelling with the horrors that she had previously seen. The Jedi’s eyes softened with concern, a hand reaching out and placed reassuringly over Avegira’s shoulder. “Everything will be fine,” She spoke with softness, “…and if it’s not, it is not yet the end.”
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Oct 18, 2012 16:56:15 GMT -5
Post by Zherathul the Voidscale on Oct 18, 2012 16:56:15 GMT -5
feeling Anahid's hand on her shoulder and hearing her words, Avegira listened intently. taking the medpacks and the stim-packs, she used the medpacks quickly, then used the stims to give her still weakened body a boost. pushing herself up to her feet with a groan, she said, "maybe, but right now, we need to get your ship fix now. that message came from orbit, and i doubt you want to have a laser battery blasted at you." walking slightly weak towards the loading ramp, she grabbed a chest of tools and opened the ramp. feeling the blast of hot air and bright light hit her, she delayed only a moment before making her way off the ship.
making her way to the nearby ship, Avegira got instantly to work. taking a few minutes to examine the ship, she found several blown out panels, and a couple degraded areas. taking a good portion of two and a half hours, she got to work repairing the damaged areas, along with fixing a couple of old parts in those areas. taking another hour and a half to fix the degraded areas, she was able to find and align numerous components that were weathered. spending another hour, she made sure the ship's systems were working fine and the readings were good. the entire time, she pushed away any concerns that Anahid would give and ignored the pain her body was experiencing when the stims wore off.
after the last of the system checks were done, Avegira climbed out of the ship and landed weakly onto the sands. using the ship to steady herself, she smiled to Anahid, saying, "it should be ready to go. now i suggest you get going now." beginning to walk back to the Aviana's Talon, she wondered how she was going to evade that Sith ship.
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Oct 19, 2012 23:59:37 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 19, 2012 23:59:37 GMT -5
It was obvious that the woman was preoccupied; eyes were narrowed, brow furrowed, lips parted after an exasperated sigh crossed them. The Fosh was right, if only to a certain extent – while it was crucial for them to part, to leave the accursed planet behind, as well as the Sith that were quickly approaching it, it was necessary to see what action would be taken. This was not something that could be merely ignored or left behind as an after thought. No, their actions needed to be precise, every possible outcome calculated before it were to occur. But, the Jedi saw that there was no reasoning with the female – she was too stubborn or prideful for that -- which, however, Anahid was still unsure.
Perhaps, she figured, it was even a combination of the two.
Weary coffee eyes followed the Fosh as she crossed the ship, grabbing essential tools before venturing down the loading ramp. Anahid pursed her lips, arms crossed across her chest as she followed closely behind. She contemplated raising her concerns on more than one occasion, but there was little she could do to pursue the female to change her mind. She barely knew Avegira, after all, and the Fosh would, without a doubt, dismiss the Jedi’s concerns. Anahid shook her head as she descended across the ramp, the once cool air that had surrounded her disappearing, replaced instead by the abrasive heat of Geonosis. The Jedi cringed, if only for the sudden change in temperature, scrunching her nose as her feet the soft, sandy grounds.
The Fosh began to work immediately on the Jedi’s Starfighter. Taking what she had learned on her previous stay on Tatooine with the mechanic known as Sparky, Anahid tried her very best to understand what exactly was taking place. The process was time consuming to say the least, requiring a grand total of five hours for the ship to be returned to its proper working conditions – though, to say this was permanent it was an overstatement. It would be best if she kept in close contact to her superiors in case the ship were to give once more.
Anahid ran her fingers lightly across the cockpit as finished the system’s check, her footing faltering as far as the Jedi could tell. She nodded, only once, hands resting on the side of the ship to pull herself up. But she frowned, chest feeling tight with distress – it seemed unfair to leave the female in such a terrible situation.
“Miss Avegira, you do realize that if help is what you need, I could gladly provide it.” It was part of her duty as a Jedi, after all, to help and protect those who needed it. Besides, as a Shadow Jedi, impending Sith control was a requirement of sorts. Well, at least she could definitely argue that.
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Oct 20, 2012 12:26:13 GMT -5
Post by Zherathul the Voidscale on Oct 20, 2012 12:26:13 GMT -5
"no Anahid, i can ask nothing of you this time. just leave and don't look back. this is my fight and i won't have you as a victim of it," Avegira said, not even turning to look at Anahid. picking up her tools, she stopped when she reached the loading ramp. turning to look at the Jedi, she gave her a reassuring smile, saying, "don't worry, i have this bucket of bolts." turning and walking up the ramp, she pressed a controls, placing the tools on the floor as the ramp closed.
as the pressure seals took hold, she felt the muscles in her left leg start to go. using the wall to keep herself steady, Avegira made her way to the pilot's chair. after a few minutes of slowly limping, she plopped herself down in the chair. taking a minute to rest herself, she began to prep the ship for takeoff. looking outside the window, she could clearly see the Jedi starfighter. wondering if she would ever see Anahid again, she guessed she would, if she made it through this.
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Oct 23, 2012 23:41:42 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Oct 23, 2012 23:41:42 GMT -5
There was little that could be said, Anahid was well aware of this. The Fosh had, for whatever reason, made up her mind and decided that the Jedi’s help was not required. The Jedi watched with worry as the female fumbled around, reaching out to the toolbox she laid in the sand and securing it in her arms. Anahid pursed her lips, pulling her once forgotten robe over her shoulders as the Fosh climbed the loading ramp. She glanced up to the female, her weary gaze meeting a reassuring smile; yet, she couldn’t help but worry. If the Sith had prepared a frontal confrontation against her, the bucket of bolts, as the Fosh had endearingly dubbed her ship, would become nothing more than a flying casket.
Anahid lowered her head, “As you wish, miss Avegira,” if the female did not want her help, who was she to force it upon her. Yet, even as the loading ramp began to close, Anahid couldn’t help but hope. The Jedi truly wished that the Fosh would be delivered to safety unharmed, “May the Force be with you – and may it guide you in your journey.” Whatever that may be.
The humming of the motors of the larger ship stirred the warm air, picking up sand as the Jedi moved closer to her Starfighter. She heaved herself up into the cockpit, settling in as the cockpit was latched into place. Anahid muttered under her breath, hands flying across the panel. The Jedi flicked the repulsor switches on, before her eyes settled on the screen providing her with the ship’s overall reading. As far as she could see, everything seemed normal, the gentle whirring of the starfighter purring into the dry air. “Well, it does seem to be working,” she breathed out, gingerly adding more power into the engine as the ship began to raise from the ground.
For an instant, her eyes drifted back to the ship besides her, curious to know the outcome that awaited the Fosh. She smiled and reverted her gaze, whatever came, would be for the best, that much she could tell. The ship moved forward, slowly picking up speed as it broke across the skies. This had definitely been quite an interesting outing.
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Oct 24, 2012 14:24:58 GMT -5
Post by Zherathul the Voidscale on Oct 24, 2012 14:24:58 GMT -5
as she watched the jedi starfighter fly away, Avegira let out a sigh. pushing herself up from the pilot's seat, she slowly made her way towards the back of the ship. entering the engine room, she made her way to a console of the fuel tanks. checking the status of the three large tanks, she was pleased, seeing only the middle one was the only one with any fuel loss. thinking of how stupid this will be, she programed the second tank to eject from the ship on her command. sending the commands to the pilot console, she made sure the other two tanks were locked in placed and set. pleased with the status, she made her way back to the pilots seat. taking a few minutes in the walk, she knew she would need every bit of her strength to pull this off.
falling into the pilot seat, she turned to the consoles and made sure the commands were set. running her fingers through her feathery hair, Avegira thought about taking off the inhibitor, but decided not too, incase the Sith would use her connection to realize what truing will happen. powering up the engines, she felt the ship slowly make its way off the ground. pushing the power into the engines, she could feel the power of the ship as it made its way toward the upper atmosphere. after a minute or two of the ship wobbling a bit as it exited the atmosphere, she watched as her screen was filled with the blackness of space.
before long, the form of a Sith Centurion-class battlecruiser soon filled the viewport of the cockpit. hearing the sounds of a message coming in, she turned it off as she activated the strike foils. knowing that without the maneuverability of the strike foils, the plan wouldn't work. spying the starfighter of Anahid in the distance, she smiled as she began to type a small message to her. 'good luck, and may the Force be with you,' she typed, and as she sent it, the sounds of another message filled her ears. turning the message off once more, she would not respond to their hails. increasing the power to the engines, she rocketed towards the battlecruiser. as she entered within firing range, she sent several bursts of laser as the ship, knowing full well it would have no effect, but it gave them her answer. using the excellent maneuverability of the Fury-class Imperial Interceptor, she easily evaded the torrent of firepower that pored from the port side of the battlecruiser. setting up her hyperdrive as she ducked under the massive hull of the ship, she knew that she was close to her goal. almost a mere severn feet from scratching the larger ship, the Aviana's Talon made its way from the port side to the starboard side, being greet by a hail of laser blasts as it left the safety of the bottom of the ship. nearing the end of the gravity well of Geonosis, she heard the warning of missile locks. almost holding her breath, she heard the sounds as the sensors beeped rapidly as the missiles closed in. as the beeping increased with the loss of distance from the missiles, the hyperdrive finally indicated the ship had cleared the gravity well. almost as if she had been trained for events like this, she commanded the ready fuel tank to drop from its position through its maintenance hatch, and a mere second before the forthcoming explosion, she activated the hyperdrive. feeling the ship slightly lurch as the stars turned to lines, the area that was once behind the Aviana's Talon was engulfed in a massive fireball.
letting out a long held breath, Avegira slumped in the her seat. almost not believing that it had actually worked, she soon felt her body become a pile of pain and aches. "i wonder where i'll go now," she thought to herself as her mind began to slip into a much wanted sleep. letting her mind take lead, she feel asleep, knowing that where she exited hyperspace at, it would be better then where she just came from.
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