As promised! Only 1,100 words or so, but I feel like it's good enough to upload. Hope you all enjoy and I'll try to update tomorrow.

Avethelia I

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The Traveller, Lokori Orbit, the Gaulus Sector, Outer Rim Territories

Avethelia cursed as the ship rocked to one side. She let go of the lever and leant across to the co-pilot's side of the controls, trying to lower the thrust of the starboard engines. The dash hissed and the lever in front of her slid back, making the ship turn around in circles rapidly. She cursed as she fell back into her seat, pushing the lever forwards again and steering the ship back to face the planet.

Avethelia climbed back out of her seat, holding the lever down with her foot as she leant across to lower the thrust. At that moment, a light by her thigh began flashing and beeping. The light labelled 'reactor core'. She began trying to set the autopilot once again, though she heard nothing but clicking between the warning beeps for the reactor core.

"I'm so tired…" Avethelia muttered as she let go of the starboard thrust and pushed the port-side up to match. She tumbled back from the dash and rolled across the floor, landing near the ladder, which she began to climb down as she raced past the ramp, past the loungeport and towards the engineering station.

She half-fell into the chair, looking at the flashing black and green screens. She frowned, trying to make sense of the diagrams. Something was wrong with the reactor, she knew that but…

Oh, why didn't she ever ask Bronzie about this stuff?

"Oh, in- fine!" She said, running back towards the ladder and clambering up it. She pushed herself up into the cockpit and saw, not the planet, but mountains. Plateaus, hills, red stone and orange dirt.

"No, no, no, no, no…" Avethelia hissed as she dashed forwards, trying to disengage both thrusters. The ship groaned until there was a large clanging and the ship dipped down. "Oh, that's not good…" she muttered as she checked the screen for collision courses. She cursed at the rapidly decreasing numbers and leant across the dash, flicking off every switch. The ship began to whirr and power down, though the thrusters continued steaming the ship ahead as the sun began to disappear behind the horizon.

"In the name of…" she dropped down and pulled the panel off below the dash and pulled out fistfuls of wires. Finally, the ship fell silent, and all Avethelia could hear was the whooshing air thundering against the ship. She stood up and saw the ship was falling instead of flying. She flicked a few switches, opening the flaps of the ship and closed her eyes.

"There is no emotion…" Avethelia repeated to herself. All she had to do was trust in the Force. All she had to do was feel.

She opened her dark green eyes and scanned the landscape. In the distance, she could make out two distinct parts of the land. A small collection of flat-headed rocks with orange lights twinkling in the darkness – the only settlement she could see. That had to be it…

Across the desert, she saw a hulking mess of a ruin – a cruiser ship that had crashed into the ground. She'd surely be able to repair the ship with scrap from there – provided it hadn't been too badly stripped… but when she went to the settlement, she'd be leaving her ship behind, undefended… Then again, if she landed in the town, she wouldn't be able to move it.

Avethelia bit her lip as she weighed up the options. Finally, closed the starboard flasp and the ship veered left, heading towards the ruins. She re-opened the flaps and began to level out the ship as it came lower to the ground. She sat down in the co-pilot seat and strapped herself in. Once again, her eyes closed and she kept her breathing slow and controlled.

"There is no death…" she muttered gently to herself. "There is the-"

The ship bellowed as it collided into the dirt, shuddering violently. Stones cracked against the glass of the cockpit. Avethelia covered her face out of instinct. The starboard engine stabbed into the ground and the ship swung around violently, throwing Avethelia back into her seat as she saw nothing but billowing clouds of orange dust. She tried to flip the switches back on. Some lights flickered alive, others, not. She prayed to no-one in particular as she pushed the levers of the thrusters forwards.

The port engine rumbled while the starboard did not. She slammed down the lever of the thruster and, after a brief roar of the engine, the ship fell silent. The lights from the ladder turned off and Avethelia was left with a single overhead light.

The skidded and slowed until nothing moved but the dust. Avethelia fell back into her chair, breathing deeply as she watched the dust continue to blanket her ship. Well… the wreckage she was in, anyway.

Avethelia stood up, her legs shaking, as she made her way to the ladder. She sat down let out a long breath before climbing down the rungs and entering the darkness. She unclipped her lightsaber from her belt and ignited one of the orange blades, illuminating the exit port in front of her. It took her three attempts of pressing the switch before she realized the ship's power was dead – the ramp wouldn't open. She stretched out a hand and focused on the mechanisms within the ship. She tensed her hand, sending the slightest bit of pressure and the ramp began to lower into the settling dust.

Pulling the sleeves of her grey jumpsuit over her bare arms and violet tank top, Avethelia deactivated her lightsaber and descended onto the planet's surface. She covered her face with her arm as the dust blew for one final time and she examined where she'd landed.

A mile or two from the wreckage she'd spied, Avethelia's ship (formerly the Scholar) was buried in dirt, the final destination from a trail of durasteel plates and parts of the starboard engine. Well… at least no-one would be flying off with her ship.

Avethelia climbed back up the ramp and used her lightsaber to find her way to the loungeport. She picked up her poncho and pulled it over her head, before walking down the ramp and clipping her lightsaber back to her belt. She closed her eyes and raised a hand to the ship, sealing it shut with the ramp.

"Right…" she said as she began walking towards the town. "Let's hope you aren't in some cave, Corrin…"

Let me know what you all thought – see ya tomorrow!

R.