GhostieGao
Kitty Snuggler, Muffin Baker
The galaxy was changed. There was a time, not five years before, that a Sith Lord commanded respect. She could walk the streets of Kaas City and citizens would step aside, her presence on the battlefield was feared by her foes, and she earned a decent income for her efforts against the Republic. Of course, Ciel hadn't gotten to the rank of Sith Lord before the Emperor betrayed the Empire and rained ruin on the galaxy, she was barely an apprentice then, just out of the Academy. When Zakuul invaded Korriban she was one of the lucky few to survive. What followed was five years on the run, moving from system to system, always barely ahead of whoever she wanted to outrun this time. Now it finally caught up to her.
Her ship hadn't seen maintenance in too long. It was falling apart at the seams. The engine smoked and rattled, the hyperdrive was intermittent at best, and the landing gear badly needed replacement. She'd taken some chances, heading to the Outer Rim where she heard smugglers still traded and ran their little hideaways, but debris clipped her as she passed an unfamiliar moon and spent her spinning down to the surface. Her mishap was unlikely to cause alarm from any enemies and she was far enough from both Imperial and Republic space to know better than to send a distress signal.
"I wonder if this planet has free starship engines laying around," she murmured to herself as she left the smoldering wreckage. Her armor was ruined and she'd sustained a few lacerations, but nothing a bit of focus wouldn't handle. As her kolto stores were depleted months prior, she would have to rely on the Force and time to heal her. But she survived, so she wasn't giving up yet.
Her ship hadn't seen maintenance in too long. It was falling apart at the seams. The engine smoked and rattled, the hyperdrive was intermittent at best, and the landing gear badly needed replacement. She'd taken some chances, heading to the Outer Rim where she heard smugglers still traded and ran their little hideaways, but debris clipped her as she passed an unfamiliar moon and spent her spinning down to the surface. Her mishap was unlikely to cause alarm from any enemies and she was far enough from both Imperial and Republic space to know better than to send a distress signal.
"I wonder if this planet has free starship engines laying around," she murmured to herself as she left the smoldering wreckage. Her armor was ruined and she'd sustained a few lacerations, but nothing a bit of focus wouldn't handle. As her kolto stores were depleted months prior, she would have to rely on the Force and time to heal her. But she survived, so she wasn't giving up yet.
