Sunday Snippet

I have started a new WIP! Perhaps this will go further than my past attempts. Summer is hard on me; let's hope it all picks up in August. Especially as the other WIPs are things I'd like to finish, too.

He attempted to reach out with dark energy, but couldn't sense it. Was this some sort of new invention of the Haixing Department of Supervision? Shielded rooms that cut off his access to dark energy and Dixing powers?

There was an echo, though. It could not be grasped, and it felt alien, but it was there, despite their efforts.

The single door opened at a touch. To the left was some sort of command room.

Again, no occupants, save for a blue and grey thingy that looked like a lectern with aspirations. Shen Wei touched it.

A hologram popped into existence. "...still examining the survivors of the damaged freighter – looks like it goes by the name of the Ebon Hawk," the blue-tinged translucent image of a woman said. "Only one survivor, placed in the kolto tank for recovery. The carbon scoring on the vessel suggests it was in a battle, but no indication of who fired on it... Aside from the lone survivor, we recovered an old woman, no life signs. There was also a protocol droid and a utility droid on board – sent both down to maintenance while security sorts through the other items on the ship."

So he'd been unconscious for long enough to be spirited out of the decidedly inland Dragon City all the way to the coast, after which the ship he'd been on had been fired upon and he'd ended on this no doubt top secret offshore installation. No wonder the facility looked nautical.

"...could be a Jedi, but we won't know for sure until we get the transmission back from the Republic. If the survivor is a Jedi, that would account for the recovery rate..."

While Shen Wei wondered about whether these "Jedi" she mentioned were a divergent group of Dixingians in some republic – he really should've paid more attention to Haixing's politics – the hologram talked about detonations in fuel vents, then finished with a warning about a fuel detonation in the mining tunnels, upon which the recording ended with the detonation products ending up in the medical bay and poisoning everyone. That would explain the lack of fellow sentients.