#miralian

“M'lord-! Oh, uh, pardon. M’lords. Got a big storm approachin’ fast. I can steer us off course to take a detour, but it’ll delay us by about half an hour to fourty-five minutes.” Remi’vu exclaimed, poking his head out from the cockpit. Thexia stood immediately, marching over and into the cockpit to have a look at the storm for herself. Sure enough, dark and heavy clouds loomed in the distance; a flash of lightning struck not too far off. She clicked her tongue in annoyance.

“Take the detour. Altrethir, let your master know we’ll be arriving later than expected.”

The twi’lek gave a nod and reached into his pocket to retrieve his holocommunicator. Remi let out a small sigh of relief; thank the force he wasn’t having to fly through that mess. “Gotta say, I’ve seen plenty of sith stare impending doom in the face and say ‘I’ll live.’ They’re dead now. Along with all their Imperial troops they suckered into comin’ along with ‘em. But not you, eh? You got the most valuable thing in the galaxy: common sense.”

“Too many have fallen victim to their own arrogance. I will not repeat their mistakes.”