beginning transmission
Mayday! Mayday! Can anyone hear me? Do you read?
It's Jedi Elod-hora Faria of the Order, on the routine trip to the Deep Core world of Tython. I have been kicked out from the hyperspace by a sudden gravity well born a few parsecs from my travel route. My enjines are off due to a leak in hyperdrive, and the life support systems are compromised. If anyone can read me, please send the rescue team ASAP to the following coordinates *transmitting coordinates*.
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Day 1. Everything was fine on the board of the Hercules. I was completing my almost week-long journey to Tython, and leutenant Iresso has just called me to the bridge for the exit from hyperspace, when the hit came.
The ship shuddered and screamed as a wild beast, then, it went spinning all over around, as if it was a toy in babies' hands. And then... Suddenly all was over, the ship went all dark, and I felt the pain coming. It felt bad. Everywhere. But, somehow, I didn't feel anything was broken.
I got up. I was feeling through the Force that it was pitch black, but for me it was the same, I couldn't see anything anytime. So I went to check my companions.
Good thing was, nobody injured himself in a bad way. Not even the N2, who at the moment was recharging in his closet.
Another good thing was, we actually managed to restore the auxiliary power. The main power source was gone, and I wasn't even sure my distress signal was caught by anybody.
Tharan says we were born on the lucky day. Was this gravity well just one parsec closer, and it would be uncertain death. He didn't want to explain the term.
Well, for now we're alive. But for how long?
