Penelope Burns
Forest, of run fame.
((If I screw up what your description of your cockpit is, lemme know, I'll gladly edit it. It's your creation, not mine))
"Thank you," Nevia said, not showing any real emotion in her response. She obviously cared about the well being of her lightsaber, but in the end the only thing she cared for was her master's blade. She grabbed it and walked to the two unconscious crew members. How in the hell did they manage to get knocked out so easily? Even Nevia herself took three major attacks before falling to her injuries.
"Get Lilliah to the infirmary, I'll see about getting us off this rock before something else happens." Nevia said, heading to the cockpit. She wasn't the best pilot, but a tiny transport ship couldn't have been much more difficult to pilot than her own.
Upon sitting down onto the pilot's seat, she realized just how wrong she was. The controls, gauges, everything was different. Most of the buttons were there without instruction, and there was even a flashing red light, indicating that something was wrong. She looked frantically, trying to find something to signify what, exactly, was incorrect.
Not wanting to take off without fixing whatever was wrong, Nevia ran back to Kylen, trying to get his help "Hey, you must have some piloting experience with non-Republic ships. Want to see what's wrong up there before I blow us up?"
"Thank you," Nevia said, not showing any real emotion in her response. She obviously cared about the well being of her lightsaber, but in the end the only thing she cared for was her master's blade. She grabbed it and walked to the two unconscious crew members. How in the hell did they manage to get knocked out so easily? Even Nevia herself took three major attacks before falling to her injuries.
"Get Lilliah to the infirmary, I'll see about getting us off this rock before something else happens." Nevia said, heading to the cockpit. She wasn't the best pilot, but a tiny transport ship couldn't have been much more difficult to pilot than her own.
Upon sitting down onto the pilot's seat, she realized just how wrong she was. The controls, gauges, everything was different. Most of the buttons were there without instruction, and there was even a flashing red light, indicating that something was wrong. She looked frantically, trying to find something to signify what, exactly, was incorrect.
Not wanting to take off without fixing whatever was wrong, Nevia ran back to Kylen, trying to get his help "Hey, you must have some piloting experience with non-Republic ships. Want to see what's wrong up there before I blow us up?"