In a salvaged A-Wing, all alone, deep in space, Wednesday evening [FT]
Zayne had come a long way over the past year. When he was in a pinch, he could come up with a crazy plan out of nowhere that was likely to work surprisingly well. The plans he put together when he had plenty of time to think about things, on the other hand....
"Aurek fighter," called a voice over the comm. "Are you in distress?"
"I'm a little lost, actually," Zayne responded from within his A-Wing. Gryph and Slyssk had found a salvaged starfighter that would work for this con, and they managed to get a used Republic Navy uniform to sell the next step. "I was part of the escort team for the Vindication. First time in the convoy and I somehow got separated."
"Sounds rough, A-Wing, but you're in luck. You're heading in the same direction as us," the voice responded. "We can give you a lift. You got a name?"
"Lieutenant Carth Kamlin," Zayne said. "And that would be great."
"Nice to meet you, Carth. Hold on for pickup," the voice said.
Half a minute later, a pair of Skreaper drones rushed out toward Zayne's A-Wing. "What's going on?" he called. "Help! I'm under attack! Help!"
One Skreaper slashed a tentacle out to destroy the A-Wing's engines. The other smashed into the cockpit, pulled Zayne out, and enveloped him in the red shell of a prison the Skreapers used to hold their victims.
Zayne was now officially a prisoner of the Crucible. And yet everything was going according to plan.
[OOC: Look at me taking a dive toward the last chunk of canon. While Zayne wasn't really in contact with people before this, he's now completely out of contact for a few days. Time to torture the kid!]
"Aurek fighter," called a voice over the comm. "Are you in distress?"
"I'm a little lost, actually," Zayne responded from within his A-Wing. Gryph and Slyssk had found a salvaged starfighter that would work for this con, and they managed to get a used Republic Navy uniform to sell the next step. "I was part of the escort team for the Vindication. First time in the convoy and I somehow got separated."
"Sounds rough, A-Wing, but you're in luck. You're heading in the same direction as us," the voice responded. "We can give you a lift. You got a name?"
"Lieutenant Carth Kamlin," Zayne said. "And that would be great."
"Nice to meet you, Carth. Hold on for pickup," the voice said.
Half a minute later, a pair of Skreaper drones rushed out toward Zayne's A-Wing. "What's going on?" he called. "Help! I'm under attack! Help!"
One Skreaper slashed a tentacle out to destroy the A-Wing's engines. The other smashed into the cockpit, pulled Zayne out, and enveloped him in the red shell of a prison the Skreapers used to hold their victims.
Zayne was now officially a prisoner of the Crucible. And yet everything was going according to plan.
[OOC: Look at me taking a dive toward the last chunk of canon. While Zayne wasn't really in contact with people before this, he's now completely out of contact for a few days. Time to torture the kid!]