RPG THREAD: Continuing the Hunt ptII

Mav woke with a start as he was torn out of his otherwise peaceful sleep by a blaring klaxon. “What? What’s going on?” he looked around as the proximity alert continued to blare in his sensitive ear making him wince. With reality slowly returning to his consciousness he began to note the alarm in particular. Proximity alert was what the wail represented, which meant they had been pulled out of hyperspace to avoid crashing head first into an obstruction. Unfortunately the old ship didn’t have the best of brakes so to speak and was still flying at a respectable speed into the foreign object.

The mandalorian glanced back to the other occupant, Mesh’la, who was a mandalorian like himself. He doubted that she knew the situation so he dashed to the cockpit instead. Dead ahead was a drifting hulk of a ship which looked pretty much abandoned to him, but that didn’t help the fact that it was in his way.

Yanking back on the steering yoke, Mav was able to safetly divert away from the drifting ship and settle down in the space relatively near-by. His com-system started to pick up a distress signal and he waved Mesh’la over. Owl had already settled down next to him and he gave it a loving pat on the top of its spherical frame.

It was only a short while ago that they had ventured about The Moon of Endor and found a piece of evidence in his previous abode that pointed towards a possible location of his brother. Overjoyed at his hunt being back on he had wasted no time in setting out once more.

Plated boots emitted their usual distinctive clanging as Mesh’la, helmet in hand, made her way towards Mav’s position at the helm. “What in the galaxy is going on out there? From the way this crate just shook I’m betting it’s probably a good thing I wasn’t looking out the viewport just now,” she said, taking a seat beside her compatriot.

Gazing at the space around them, the reason for the recent emergency became immediately clear to the woman. There, breaking the scene of speckled black the same way an unexpected scream might break a long silence, loomed a much larger ship.

The Mandalorian leaned forward slightly then, as if it might help her visualize more clearly. “It doesn’t look damaged to me, rather sort of…dormant. You think anyone’s in there?” There were no visible lights gleaming from the strange vessel, and no hailing signal of any kind coming over the commlines. Maybe the ship was abandoned after all. But that meant that it had to have been done so recently, or else the navicomputer would have accounted for the drifting object’s presence when plotting their course.