OOM: somewhere in the Core
The fourth time they fall out of hyperspace after leaving the Jedi academy world, the Sekotan ship (who Tahiri has taken to calling Ne'Shel because there's very little else to occupy her time out here in the blackness between stars besides drawing and meditating and talking to the ship, and if you're going to talk to someone it's much easier if they've got a name) makes a strange chirrupy stuttering nose and the engines wink out. She is at the controls in a second, flipping switches and murmuring a continuous stream of words that might be curses or prayers or both.
Please, khotte piece of zhaetor-zhae let's make just one more jump, one more, you can do it I know you can I know you can please ashuna girl I'm counting on you I know you can do it come on ashuna come on.
The control panel responds but the engines do not, and there is a rumbling noise that... does not sound like a noise the ship should be making. It takes a few seconds before Tahiri realizes that Ne'Shel is imitating the growl of her stomach. She had forgotten to bring food when she took the ship (smooth move, girl), but she's Jedi and Tusken and can last for a very long time without nourishment if needed. There had been half a bottle of water in the ship itself, perhaps left by some thoughtless mechanic, and Force she didn't even check to make sure the ship was fully fueled before they took off, did she? A quick scan confirms her fears-- they don't have enough power to continue much longer.
It's a dilemma: stop off at the closest inhabited planet for food and water and fuel, or continue on to Zonama Sekot and hope they make it before they both starve to death? Tahiri doesn't want to stop for anything, knows she'll be able to make it at least another three days before she'd be forced into a hibernation trance to conserve energy or be unfit to fly, but what about the ship? She doesn't have that option, and was already sick when they left Ossus. She won't last much longer if Tahiri keeps pushing her like this.
Well, that solves it. Above all else she must take care of the ship.
Ne'Shel is very reluctant but Tahiri begs for just one more tiny tiny tiny jump to Axum and then they'll have food and fuel and water and rest and then next stop home and she smiles with relief and whispers her thanks when the hyperdrive engines begin the long, slow hum that precedes darkspace translation.
Please, khotte piece of zhaetor-zhae let's make just one more jump, one more, you can do it I know you can I know you can please ashuna girl I'm counting on you I know you can do it come on ashuna come on.
The control panel responds but the engines do not, and there is a rumbling noise that... does not sound like a noise the ship should be making. It takes a few seconds before Tahiri realizes that Ne'Shel is imitating the growl of her stomach. She had forgotten to bring food when she took the ship (smooth move, girl), but she's Jedi and Tusken and can last for a very long time without nourishment if needed. There had been half a bottle of water in the ship itself, perhaps left by some thoughtless mechanic, and Force she didn't even check to make sure the ship was fully fueled before they took off, did she? A quick scan confirms her fears-- they don't have enough power to continue much longer.
It's a dilemma: stop off at the closest inhabited planet for food and water and fuel, or continue on to Zonama Sekot and hope they make it before they both starve to death? Tahiri doesn't want to stop for anything, knows she'll be able to make it at least another three days before she'd be forced into a hibernation trance to conserve energy or be unfit to fly, but what about the ship? She doesn't have that option, and was already sick when they left Ossus. She won't last much longer if Tahiri keeps pushing her like this.
Well, that solves it. Above all else she must take care of the ship.
Ne'Shel is very reluctant but Tahiri begs for just one more tiny tiny tiny jump to Axum and then they'll have food and fuel and water and rest and then next stop home and she smiles with relief and whispers her thanks when the hyperdrive engines begin the long, slow hum that precedes darkspace translation.