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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME
You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything...
You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash.
You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable.
Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go.
With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry.
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"In the Polis Massa system... it's a sector on the Outer Rim," she adds, quietly. Perhaps she shouldn't have revealed the location at all (and she is quite certain Obi-Wan hardly even knows she managed to catch the name of the place, drifting in and out of consciousness as she was), but... they are cut off from the galaxy, here. With nothing to contact the former Republic, it isn't a threat to anyone. By the time they can establish a secure connection to any of the nearby planets, the remaining Jedi must have fled already.
"I can't even remember how I got on this ship." She pauses, shaking her head a little before focusing her attention on the young man. "How about you? Are you... alright?" Not hurt in the crash, she hopes.
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He isn't entirely familiar with Polis Massa, but it does sound vaguely familiar, and Finn nods again.
"I can't either, honestly." Finn sighs quietly. "I'm still in one piece. I thought maybe the Resistance was attacked, but if you were in Polis Massa...that doesn't make sense."
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She breathes out, a frown marring her expression for a moment. "I can't say if that is true... but I hope it isn't the same for me. Where I was-- someone I trust very much was certain it was a safe place, for now, so I must believe whatever attack on the ship brought me here had no effect on those I left there." She can't even bear the thought of the Empire finding out about her children, or Obi-Wan.