<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/jpTeYz1.jpg?1)</div><hr/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>An escape pod, beacon tracking code: ISC-833A-43629<br/>Tingel Arm, Outer Rim Territories<br/>Galactic North Sector 23894, 837, -02675<br/>Somewhere near the Perlemian Trade Route<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Krytanne shook her head and shut down her datapad, rubbing her dry and tired eyes. Frak if she had to admit it even her toes were tired. Escape pods were not luxury liners that was for sure, and this one was designed for four people? No way four beings would survive the rated max life support capacity of three weeks like it said in the manual she'd read 37 times. Not without killing each other. Everywhere the young woman looked gear was stacked and strapped down in the small cabin, tools, samplers, testing equipment, power cells for recharging other cells. She'd just about stripped everything but the bio-waste recycler out of the 'fresher.<br/><br/>"Way to go Tannie. Not one of your brightest ideas or best laid plans. Yeah, fly into the middle of nowhere, steal everything that's not welded or bolted down, jettison the escape pod and get picked up by a passing ship. Yup, brilliant. Guess you didn't take into account that you were 'in the middle of nowhere' did ya? Dummy." she muttered to herself in disgust as she looked over at her companion droid 'Diogi'. "It's okay buddy, we'll get out of this. I was born lucky you know, on the thirteenth day of a galactic standard month, second last day of a standard week. Supposed to be the luckiest day ever!"<br/><br/>Her plan had initially been to jettison and land on a habitable planet. The only problem with that was that she was not anywhere near systems with planets that were human habitable according to the pods sensors, so she just kept drifting through space. She checked the barebones navicomp's starmap and grunted, scratching Diogi's head unconsciously. They'd been coasting along for five weeks, and while not as long as some of her Scout missions out in the direction of Wild Space or the Unknown Sectors, it seemed so because of the even more cramped quarters and limited things to do. Being the only passenger aboard she'd been able to extend life support and the food this long, but she maybe had a week left before she would only be good for Rybettian Shaak.<br/><br/>"Perlemian Route... Just might make it." She murmured softly.<br/>