Expect the Unexpected...

Posted on Mon Aug 31st, 2020 @ 4:29pm by Spacer Talon Kolani

Mission: Episode 1 - All Roads Lead to Nowhere
Location: Port Nowhere
Timeline: Current

The galaxy suddenly seemed to have turned a corner...a very dark corner...

As he sat at the controls of the Rusty Rancor, Talon tuned in to the various Republic frequencies as suddenly distress calls popped up from locations all over the galaxy. He listened intently and as such, jumped as he saw Alema sit down at the pilot controls next to him.

"Whoa! Could you want a guy before making him jump!!" Talon claimed as he took off the headphones.

"That'll teach you for not paying attention when you have those things on," shes said with a smile. "what are you listening to anyway? Whats got you so hooked?"

"Listen," he said as he played the various messages that were being relayed out across the stars. Talon frowned as he heard the various cries and pleas for help before realising something that caused him to check his console readings.

"What the hell are all those? It sounds like someone suddenly started waging full-scale war on every known planet out there!" she said.

Talon frowned again as one by one the various signals and messages became silent before them. He flicked several switches as he tried to see what had happened. "My goodness...they're all...gone..." he said, sitting back.

Alema frowned as she checked the same frequencies from the logs just then. She saw the same outcome and doubles checked the computer records. "Who the hell sends out a distress call and then cancels it? You're not even supposed to find one of those even as a drill..." she asked.

"I don't know," Talon said and was cut off before he could go any further by a warning alert sounding off. He checked the readings and let his head drop.
"Damn, we're down to the reserve tank again, we need to find somewhere close to fuel up again," he said. Knowing that the last journey to Hoth had been a long one and had taxed the Rancor from her starting point in the core, Talon considered them lucky to be where they were.

"I knew we should have stopped for fuel at Freepoint, but you thought you knew better," she warned as she ran the library records in the Rancors database. Every time they went somewhere new or to a new pickup/drop off point, Alema made a note in the records in case they needed to return.

The database beeped as she found a nearby location. "Ah, perfect, here we go... Port Nowhere, we're not for out form the local system... and from the looks of it, we could pick up some business there as well? Either way, we need fuel and fast," she said.

"Agreed, setting a course," Talon answered as he made the adjustments and then steered the YT-1300p to her new destination. He made sure to be careful on the fuel consumption whilst running on the reserve tank and soon, the Rusty Rancor was making her way on a pre-programmed course towards the port.

Both Talon and Alema enjoyed a good look of the place as they slowly followed the path in after getting clearance from Docking Control. Once they were recognised under the moniker of "The Scarlet Star", one of the few transponder names Talon employed, they brought the ship into land and made sure all systems were secure.

"Ok, I'll go sort the fuel, you stay here and make sure that no one comes a snooping just yet," Alema said to Talon. "However, if they look like they need a ride somewhere, don't say no to the business just yet ok?" she asked.

"Deal," he said as Talon walked down the ramp and took a look around the bay. "Port Nowhere huh...I wonder what secrets you hold," he said to himself, before going off to inspect the outer hull.