An explosion rocked her A-Wing as she tries and fails to out maneuver the TIE fighter on her tail. “Phoenix Leader! Hera! Do you read?” A frantic voice faded in and out over her comms.
“I am alright Wedge. One of my stabilizes took a big hit.” She replied. “Chopper, see if you can’t rebalance the engines.”
“Hold on, I am doubling back for you.”
“Negative, Phoenix One, stat on mission. You must make sure those supplies reach their destination. I will be alright.”
“Understood.”
Hera let out a deep breath as another blast took out her engine as she angled her way to the closest planet. “Come on, back off.” She growled as her A-Wing shook violently. The TIE fighter broke off as her craft pitched and started rolling. “Chopper, hold on to something!” She cried as they rocketed through the cloud layer. They plunged into the tree line as Chopper shrieked in terror.
With a large CRASH!, the small fighter broke through the canopy and barreled into the swamp below.
“Uh, my head. Chop, you alright?” A series of unpleasant tones responded in kind. “Good, you hear. Can you flip on the backup power?” The auxiliary power flicked to live. “Comms are shot, so is the locater beacon. Maybe I can pull up the galactic map at least?” A light blue hologram sprung to light as creature several planets. “Dardonan, well Hutt Space is better than being in the Empire.”
She scrambled out of the cockpit as her astromech followed suit. Her boot sunk deep into the mud as the rain poured deep. “Chopper, see if you can patch the long-range transmitter.” She said as when to the storage compartment to check on they supplies.
‘Well at least the ration bars survived,” she muttered she wrapped a large, dense bar while tossing out some of the ruined supplies. She fined the task rather quickly and could only sit under the wing of her star fighter and hope someone would find her.
A low rumble soon appeared in the distance. Hera quickly jumps into a crouch and draws her pistol as Chopper stops his repairs to hide behind her. The low roar grew louder as spot lights soon joined them. Three large crude vessels flank her crash site as a fourth lands.
“Smuggers and slavers, fantastic.” She grumbles under her breathe as she drops her weapon. A large group of trandoshans and Gamorrean approach her. She raises her hand in submission as one of the lizard like Trandoshans grabs her and slaps on a pair of electo-cuffs. Another lunges at Chopper as the mech whirs in protest.
“Don’t hurt him!” She yells before turning as best she can to the astromech. “Just go with it.”
A Gamorrean prods her to move into the smugger’s vessel before turning to his boss as the two are herded to the ship.
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