"Where the pfassk are we?!" Vanna slammed her fist on her dashboard. After passing through the wormhole, Vanna and R2-A7 had tried to any of the surrounding systems with their maps. No such luck. It appeared they were far outside of the known universe. How far… there was no way to tell. With no way to tell the odds of ever returning to her galaxy were looking very slim. Not that there was anything left for her there. As far as she knew all of the Jedi Knights were dead. All her friends. No, that galaxy had nothing but death left in it. Still, it was rather daunting floating around in endless space with no idea where to go. With no idea if there was any life nearby. She had no clue where she was supposed to be heading and was completely lost in uncharted territory.
R2 chirped at that moment as if to remind her that she wasn't alone in this. He was there with her. Even though R2-A7 was just a droid, he was all she had left. The one friend that hadn't been torn away from her. She had started working with him as a padawan where they had quickly bonded. It wasn't common to bond so closely with a droid but it wasn't unheard of either. Besides no one could complain seeing how Vann and R2-A7 worked so amazingly together. Together, they could out fly over half the Jedi Order.
"Alright, scan for any signs of life through Radio waves. Hopefully we can pick up some sort of signal. Surely the Force wouldn't just dump us in the middle of nowhere." While R2 got busy scanning, Vanna began meditating. It was a little cramped to sit cross legged in her small cockpit, but it would have to do. She focused on the tug and pull of the universe, and allowed herself to become one with the Will of the Force. If the Force didn't provide answers on where to go, at the very least meditating would calm her emotions.
Any amount of time could've passed before R2-A7 broke her from her meditation. She listened to him quietly and allowed what he had said to sink in. He was getting very faint signals from a solar system not too far away. Without entering Hyperspace, and risk falling apart with their damaged wing, It would take a couple days to reach. Well it's not like she had anywhere else to be.
"I hope the natives to this solar system will be friendly. We need to land and fix this wing, and I would rather not have to try to fix a wing while fending off rude natives." The droid swiveled to face her and voiced some suggestions. "Hmm, you're right. The moment we are in communication range we should ask permission to land on their planet. It wouldn't do to make them think we were invading. That would be very messy.
Vanna had R2-A7 take control of the Starfighter, since he knew where they were heading, and reclined back. Now to just kill time before they arrived at what would hopefully be their haven. For now she would continue to meditate and hope to receive answers to their predicament.
