<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/786589781341966338/89su4zNj.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Septimus Cortess (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269894.msg13313651#msg13313651)<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Expedint Devil</em>,  Ord Mantell orbit<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>0/0<strong>Soak:</strong>4<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Septimus was about to speak, to explain what he could of the Force to Tina, to both Tina and Miria in ways he could.  He was no Master.  In fact he did not even believe he would be considered much of a Jedi at this point with how rusty and unused to the Force he was.  Some of the Padawan's he knew would perhaps put him into shame.  It was perhaps why he was not able to save Victoria when the Order went out.  he had not kept up his skills, and had long since meditated to see what the future held.  He could never see beyond a day of blackness.  During the dark, lonely hours of the night, Septimus oft wondered if perhaps Victoria saved him from death, sacrificing herself in his place.   They were not pleasant thoughts.<br/><br/>Septimus' lesson, or talk, was interrupted by the ship and its ongoing issues.  When the shudder and electrical spark happened, he knew things were not good.  He looked about the ship and started speaking to it as if were alive.<strong>"Oh sithspit, really?  I know we stole you, but you can at least give us a chance?  It's not like we would be any worse than whoever your previous owners.  Cut us a little break?"</strong>The ship did not seem to respond to the plea as warning lights all over the console started to light up too.  While Septimus knew a little about starships, it was only basic operations.  What was happening here was far beyond his technical skills.  Even the skills of his companions which were far above his in the very short time he had known them.<br/><br/>Septimus sighed as the ship was not listening and he closed his eyes, slipping into the Force.  He had not used his abilities at all in several years, but he had nothing else to offer and it looked if something was not done, their atoms would be scattered all across space.  Septimus slipped into the Force, to look into the future, to see if there was something he could see which would assist the group in their hour of desperate need.