[OOC: Background - Ossus is a wasteland. The planet is wracked by electrical storms, and toxic, corrosive rain. Violent dust storms are frequent phenomenon. The Jedi team had been set up in the Eocho Mountains far south of the equator. Within the western mountains was the site of the former Great Archive, and the ancient city of Knossa. The planet is mostly lifeless, but some indigenous species were able to adapt to the toxic conditions.
In the second crate are an enviro tent, hazardous environment suits, two moisture vaporators, a power generator, various maintenance tools, climbing gear, and a combined particle-energy shield to protect your camp from the toxic rains and electrical storms and wildlife, a sensor suite, short-range scanner, and holorecorder.]
The trip is tense. The food in the ship's stores, according to Navara, is for him. Fortunately, there are military rations in the second crate. Navara quickly adopts the habit of playing riks, an exceptionally harsh sort of screeching music popular among rebellious youth in some parts of the galaxy. You quickly learn that he prefers to ignore and be ignored.
After five days, the increasingly tiny shuttle pops out of hyperspace. Navarra turns to you. "Ok. Strap yourselves in, this is going to be a rough 24 hours. And keep your waste re-processor canisters handy." With that, he re-engages the hyperdrive, and you enter the Cron Drift.
At first, there doesn't seem to be anything abnormal with the trip. Then you notice approaching mass shadows - ugly purple bruises on the background of Hyperspace. Just a few, at first. But within an hour, Navarra is constantly jinking and twisting the ship. At first, Collan tries to use the Force to keep track of dangers, but in short order they are coming far too quickly for his senses to keep track, and everything registers and one giant threat.
By hour five, both of you hav emptied your gust into the canisters.
It's not just the jinking and twisting - every time the shuttle passes close to a mass shadow, you can feel it like a twisting of reality. Vertigo, cold sweats, nausea, without stop.
Hours start to pass like days. Both of you have long sense emptied your stomachs, and are dealing with dry heaves. In desperation, you start drinking water just so you'll have something in your stomachs to purge when another wave of nausea hits you. Attempts to control to Force are hopeless - the barrage of sensations are too quick and too intense. From what little you know about hyperdrive technology, Navara must be skirting the very edge of acceptable conditions, otherwise the safeties would kick in and automatically shut down the hyperdrive. Eventually, you both come to the conclusion that Navara is doing this on purpose - coming closer to the mass shadows that he needs to, intentionally making the ride worse. At length, you are both ready to die.
Then, somehow, it all stops. The jinking, the turbulence, it's all gone. When your streaming eyes clear after one final heave from each of you, you find yourself in real space. Ahead of you, a binary star system floats in a system filled with debris.
Navarra takes a deep breath. "We're stopping here for a couple of hours. I need a nap." You both notice the pallor of his skin - perhaps he was not doing all this intentionally after all.
Too weak to even move, the two of you fall asleep where you are sitting.
Some time later, you are woken up by a shudder. The binary stars are gone, and you are staring at a rapidly approaching planet. The whole planet has an ugly orange-brown colour, and perhaps a dozen violent electrical storms are clearly visible. There are other storms too - ones with sickly-looking green and purple clouds that look very unhealthy.
Navara manages to pick a path between a pair of electrical storms, and heads to the southern end of the continent. You see in the distance a huge range of mountains stretching from horizon to horizon. The flight is very turbulent, even outside of the storms, indicating strong winds.
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