Jadaan sat in his office chair aboard the massive liner, the leviathan. Out the windows was naught but blackness. Three days it had been like this. Nothing to be seen, all sensors malfunctioning, no communications... There was enough food and water aboard the liner to last every soul aboard for at least a month, but that did little to comfort him or the VIPs aboard.
All business was on hold of course after the first full day, so everyone had done their best to occupy themselves. Some sat in the bar and drank, some played card or other games, some took bets on events such as how long this would last or who would crack first...Jadaan on the other hand could find no retreat from the peril before him. He simply sat in his office, alone, mulling things over in his mind. Same as he had done before in situations such as this.
Jarach' waited in his bomber. He had seen occurrences such as this before. Not for this long of course, but the process was the same, so the storm did not bother him. What did bother him was what would be there when the storm passed. Just before it had hit, he was on one of his mind-clearing 'vacations' through the Omicrons. Usually he just evaded the detection of anything out there, nomad or otherwise, but he didn't know what he'd do if it passed with a nomad battlecruiser sitting in front of him. Probably fight until his ship could take no more, then.... For the first time in a very very long time, he had no true plan of action.
Impatiently awaiting the passing of the storm in the hangar of the Freeport, Kri'en did his best not to do anything....stupid. He had to live with the locals for however long this storm lasted, so best not to start trouble. Problem was, both them and the storm put him on edge. At least he had purchased enough food and water when he first arrived that he wouldn't have to leave the hangar. This just left the nosy individuals and the worried pilots to deal with.
For the first time in her life, Aj'enel was truly scared. Through her life she had seen the worst sights anyone could see, and none of it had phased her, but this was different. At the time of the storm she had been passing through a jumphole. She knew what happened to someone traveling through a jumphole when it became unstable....and prayed that it hadn't...that she was still alive and this was just....she didn't know what. This was something she had no control over, nothing possible for her to do but wait.
Many systems were malfunctioning, so she did not know how long she had been....wherever this was, but she guessed it had been several days at least. Then she began to think of the junker she had been traveling with. Had he made it through the hole, or was he stuck in the same place as her...she hoped he wasn't.
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