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Being chased by pirates sucks.

Doing so when you sorta didn't ask permission from your mother to barrow her ship makes it suck even more.

But, to top it all off, the flashes of light that blind your eyes and make you lose a good couple minutes by trying to fight the ship right side up, makes the situation so kriffed up that it wouldn't be a good story to get out of trouble with. Unless said person's parents were there to witness it.

So here, Kansas, have a crashed Moldy Crow with it's very own pilot who is rubbing at her brow with a gloved hand standing infront of her ship. "Oh man..mom and dad are gonna kill me for this!"

Welcome to the shatterverse, Alyssa Katarn.

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"Hey."

Best not to ask where Sam came from. He's wandering over, fingers hooked in his belt loops, peering at the ship.
"Nice ship." It's Sam, so 'nice ship' translates here to 'I intend to take it apart.'

Blue eyes flicker over to Sam, a brow raising slightly because he could have been there when she crashed but her eyes were still seeing spots. Without thinking a hand brushed one of the sabers that hung from her belt. "Oh it's a good old piece of crap if you like craft like that. Just don't tell my mom I said it about the Crow."

Squinty-eyed-look interested here. Her ship. Hers.

Sam has problems with the concept that some machines belong to other people. Because, really, they shouldn't. He's liberating them! Then taking them apart.

"Reminds me of the Ebon Hawk."

Alyssa whistled low and long. Then, pausing, she frowned. "I don't know that one- look. What planet is this? I sorta had emergency land in a rather brash sorta way not to get my ass blown up when this flashie thingie happened." Waggling her right hands fingers she gave a little smirking smile. "Because, you know, getting outta here fast would save my ass from my parents as well."

"You've been transported to another reality, on a post-apocalyptic world called Earth which doesn't exist in our galaxy or either of the micro-galaxies that surround it."

Pausing the young woman watched Sam with raised brows slightly. "What you on death sticks or somethin?" Aly shook her head a little and sighed, brushing back stray locks of hair from her face before looking back at the Crow. "Mom is gonna kill me.."

The ship wasn't in good shape but it wasn't in bad either. Dad had done worse damage to it before and she still was able to fly. "Or I'm already dead one. Or it's a Jedi-sort-of-thingie Skywalker never talked about.."

"Nah." Cheerily, as Sam circles about, a little. "I'm both sane and completely serious, and you're probably not dead."

Pinching her own arm she frowned, looking back up at Sam with the most serious of expressions upon her face. "So..like..we're not anywhere near Corellia?" Frowning a little more the oldest of the Katarn children started to bite on her bottom lip. "I've never seen Earth on any of the maps before."

"So..if, like, we're nowhere near where we were before then how did we get here and can we leave? I mean. If you're stuck here as well I can get you off if we can get the Crow up again."

"The whole other reality thing means we're a fair distance from Corellia, yeah." Sam replies, dryly. "Lots of people from other dimensions are stuck here. We've got a little village going, you know. Regular little soap opera, with dramatic arguments resulting in handloss and everything."

Alyssa snarked a laugh, a wide smile crossing her face before she let her eyes flicker in Sam's direction. "We call it Skywalker style but, eh, guess you have to know the inside bits to get it."

Then she turned toward him offering a gloved hand. "Alyssa Katarn."

Sam gives her hand a quick shake, grinning at her.
"Sam Rand."

"All right then, Sam Rand," she replied with a little sloppy smirk of a girn. "What planet are you fro...om.."

Something in the Force tingled a little causing her gaze to shift past Sam and somewhere to the...south? No. West. No..somewhere in between. Growing interestingly quiet she oldest Katarn child started to chew on her bottom lip.

Sam swings about to peer in that direction too, frowning a little.

"I think we better get going- storm coming in." If he asks she'll point to the sky and mutter something but until then, well, thats all he's getting. She's trained but not that trained you see.

Moving away from standing at the front of the Crow she starts to move toward the open side hatch.

"You know, I totally have a much quicker way of getting to the bestest settlement around here."

Beat.

"You'll have to leave the ship, though." Abandoned, away from anybody who might defend it as he takes it apart.

Not that Sam thinks like that, of course.

"She can fly," Alyssa points out, eyeing Sam again with a suspicious little squinty-eyed look. "Low, of course, but she can make it. Dad took her through a lot worse when those Sith were holding mom."

Standing in the hatch she turned, leaning against the side with her arms crossing. "You afraid to fly with me?"

"I can fly without a ship." Brightly.

Alyssa snarked a laugh. "Well then you lead and I'll follow? I'm not leavin this ship behind..."

Yes that was a slight tightning of her eyes and lips going into a little frown.

"But if you do that, I can't strip it parts." Solemnly.

Oh that wasn't very nice.

A hand twitched down to rest upon one of the two sabers that hung from her belt. "You aren't stripping the Crow for parts." Course it might have been said a little to cooly but she ment it.

Her ship, damnit!

Well..her mom's ship! Damnit!

"But ... I really want to." Reasonably.

Yes that is a piece of something rather hard being thrown at Sam. Maybe a tool or something like a hydro-spanner that is broken. "No!" Stomping inside she paused, stomped back, and stuck her head outside.

"Now you coming or not."

Sam dodges, before shrugging and wandering over towards the ship.

Stepping back inside she shifted some things around, scraping sounds of metal on the floor of the ship and the sounds of doors opening. "Come on in," she calls out from somewhere toward the nose, "Can ride back there or with me either one."

A hand waved from the direction of the cockpit even if Sam wasn't inside or not. She had a feeling he might join her inside though.

Sam peers about as he wanders along, making his way to the cockpit.

The sound of the craft engines roar to life as the door leading outside closes. "Might want to strap yourself in, you know, since you won't be taking her for parts and stuff." Giving a winking smile up at Sam she looks back to the sensors and whatnot.

She knows what she's doing. Really.

"How far away are we from this place?"

"Not far. This entire place, Kansas, is protected from new arrivals, but I'm guessing that, y'know. Big ship, moving fast, you got brought in close and propelled over the border." Shrug. "Either way, not far to go at all."

The Crow groaned and poped as she was guided up off the ground, raising off the ground before taking off into the air away from where this 'shield' might have been. Skillfully she guided the craft back around facing toward the north. "I'll fly you guide?"

"Sure." Beat. He points. "That way."

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