Up the creek

[Malious]

Malious sighed gruffly to himself in his cockpit, popping back the pilots chair of his Hawk dubbed "Grey Wolf" named after a friend of his he hadn't seen in many years. after a minor skirmish on a deal gone wrong he sat stranded, engines blown, his booted feet kicked up on consoles and him taking in the sights of the pretty trinary system. "bloody corsairs, give em an inch they take a mile."

He reached over lazily hitting the distress signal on his crippled ship and sent out an encoded message to one specific ship. "Suria, sigma 17, stranded, near atka" relying simply on short burst messages to save power in his ship for fear of life support dying out on him.

He set the message out on repeat bursts, he also continually burst a local system message. much to the key of: "Freelance pilot stuck in the middle of nowhere near to atka. any assistance would be appreciated"

Malious sighed to himself quite the proverbial helpless damsel. He ran a hand through his black and silver speckled hair looking out at the three suns in the system equally in awe of the sight and bored with nothing to do. Nothing he could really do about it, so in his mind there was no real reason to stress the situation. just float about aimlessly waiting patiently.