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revivalproject2020-10-14 02:44 pm
out_of_order) wrote in revivalproject2020-10-14 02:44 pm
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Log // Networkish - Homecoming
WHO: Cal Kestis, BD-1 and anyone else
WHERE: Between the Bishop and Agra 10
WHAT: Returning to Agra 10. Things could have gone better.
WHEN: Uhh today (10/14)
WARNINGS: N/A
There have been a few things going through Cal's mind ever since he'd set foot back upon the Bishop and they'd left the Agrii mothership. He hovers near the cockpit, eyes straining towards the planet of Agra 10 as they make their approach, a frown marring his brow as he observes the swirling masses of clouds that hang over Temba's whereabouts. "...I have a bad feeling about this," he murmurs, and over his shoulder, BD-1's low beeping echoes his sentiment.
From above it certainly looks like a storm, which can't bode well for anyone, given the last actual storm they'd had to endure. As they make their descent, his hand tightens over the seat he stands by. He's not sure how to describe what he senses through the Force, save that it puts him at unease. He can feel his connection with it slip like a slick rope being grasped at by wet hands, just before the entire ship suddenly drops, lights and systems cutting out. At least he trusts Poe can get them on the ground in relatively one piece, but they're not the only shuttle out here, and as they begin to plummet, he can see nothing but forest coming to meet them.
...
He's sure the heaviness of his body isn't only from being jarred about by the rough landing as he pushes himself upright. "...everyone okay..?" It takes what he feels like extra effort just to get to his feet, but he checks around the shuttle to make sure the rest of their small crew is all right before staggering towards the open hatch. Squinting against the rain that gets blown in, he pulls out his communicator, even as he tries to see anything beyond the trees and wind-whipped rain.
<< This is Cal from aboard the Bishop. We crash-landed well outside the city. Lost track of everyone else, systems failed upon planet reentry. Is everyone all right? Please check i- >>
His voice trails off as he catches movement, or what he thinks to see as movement, out in the stormy woods. Swallowing, he shakes his head, bringing his other hand to pat BD-1 before he pulls up the hood of his poncho over his head. "I'm sure they're all right," he assures the droid, of that much he's confident of. "I don't think it wants to outright kill us." Although it's sure doing a good job of coming close.
WHERE: Between the Bishop and Agra 10
WHAT: Returning to Agra 10. Things could have gone better.
WHEN: Uhh today (10/14)
WARNINGS: N/A
There have been a few things going through Cal's mind ever since he'd set foot back upon the Bishop and they'd left the Agrii mothership. He hovers near the cockpit, eyes straining towards the planet of Agra 10 as they make their approach, a frown marring his brow as he observes the swirling masses of clouds that hang over Temba's whereabouts. "...I have a bad feeling about this," he murmurs, and over his shoulder, BD-1's low beeping echoes his sentiment.
From above it certainly looks like a storm, which can't bode well for anyone, given the last actual storm they'd had to endure. As they make their descent, his hand tightens over the seat he stands by. He's not sure how to describe what he senses through the Force, save that it puts him at unease. He can feel his connection with it slip like a slick rope being grasped at by wet hands, just before the entire ship suddenly drops, lights and systems cutting out. At least he trusts Poe can get them on the ground in relatively one piece, but they're not the only shuttle out here, and as they begin to plummet, he can see nothing but forest coming to meet them.
...
He's sure the heaviness of his body isn't only from being jarred about by the rough landing as he pushes himself upright. "...everyone okay..?" It takes what he feels like extra effort just to get to his feet, but he checks around the shuttle to make sure the rest of their small crew is all right before staggering towards the open hatch. Squinting against the rain that gets blown in, he pulls out his communicator, even as he tries to see anything beyond the trees and wind-whipped rain.
<< This is Cal from aboard the Bishop. We crash-landed well outside the city. Lost track of everyone else, systems failed upon planet reentry. Is everyone all right? Please check i- >>
His voice trails off as he catches movement, or what he thinks to see as movement, out in the stormy woods. Swallowing, he shakes his head, bringing his other hand to pat BD-1 before he pulls up the hood of his poncho over his head. "I'm sure they're all right," he assures the droid, of that much he's confident of. "I don't think it wants to outright kill us." Although it's sure doing a good job of coming close.
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Looking at Lance then, he's at least glad to see someone else is on their feet. Poe's always been good about sticking a landing, no matter how rough. "You all right?" he asks.