One day, theoretically, she would get a rescue call somewhere nice. But that was not going to be today. The planetoid in question didn’t even have a name, just being noted down as TR-43. The weather could best be described as ‘awful’ - stormy passing to deep cold. She’d been lucky to even get the call - or the Force had been working overtime. A chance hyperspace reroute, and here she was.
She’d had to take a speeder bike out from the landing site to find the crash, and the unusual woman with the strange story. Definitely a pirate, quite the rogue, and very far from home. The problem being the weather just kept getting worse.
“Ok,” she said, securing the hatch against the cold, turning back to the thermal warmer she’d deployed. “Good news is, we’re secure. Bad news, weather won’t clear at least until tomorrow, and we’re…both soaked from the sleet, which isn’t good. Given we have the one thermal blanket, gonna recommend we get out of these wet clothes and, well, get to be on informal terms pretty fast if we’re going to pass the night.”
I do! Let me know if this works. If not, can try another.
She’d had to take a speeder bike out from the landing site to find the crash, and the unusual woman with the strange story. Definitely a pirate, quite the rogue, and very far from home. The problem being the weather just kept getting worse.
“Ok,” she said, securing the hatch against the cold, turning back to the thermal warmer she’d deployed. “Good news is, we’re secure. Bad news, weather won’t clear at least until tomorrow, and we’re…both soaked from the sleet, which isn’t good. Given we have the one thermal blanket, gonna recommend we get out of these wet clothes and, well, get to be on informal terms pretty fast if we’re going to pass the night.”