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Pinnacle Inc. Journals for Final Mission 102705
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Re: Pinnacle Inc. Journals for Final Mission 102705
The shock wave had faded away, but not before it had sent the escape pod cruising away at a high speed. The controls were stiff and awkward, but the pod was eventually leveled out on it's course. The two inside were no longer in danger of being beaten against the inner hull of the pod. The thrusters were turned off and they drifted, but still at the high speed that the wave pushed them to.
Since they were moving away from Tynna, the only other known civilization was many parsecs from them. Hope of surviving was slim, due to their small amount of rations. Whomever decided to design the pod did not imagine it to be used over any long period of time. The interior wasn't as cramped, but that was mostly due to who the pod was designed for. The Regtellians were a large race, and needed more room than the usual human. This made the possibility of being stuck on the pod less stressful.
Suddenly, there was something else that added to their hope. A short beeping sound and a blip on the display indicated a ship near them. The emergency beacon was activated as soon as the pod was ejected, so the ship must have been able to detect it. The tensions rose, as they watched for the ship to show signs that it had detected them.
"Ian?", Naal asked, as if about to tread into delicate territory.
"Yes?", he replied, not changing his gaze from the blip on the display.
Her eyes were on the back of his head. "Mind if I ask you something? I have to know this just in case we... you know... don't survive." Her words almost trailed off at the end. The thought of being near to death was not the most pleaant.
Ian looked back over his shoulder. He wondered what she could possibly want to know about him. There was no special bond between them. He was careful not to make such bonds with any of his fellow employees. It was one of his unwritten and unspoken laws that followed to the letter. "Do you know something that I don't?", he asked, referring to the 'don't survive' portion of her question.
She shook her head. "No. It just seems that this is the end of Pinnacle Inc. as we know it, and well... it looks like we will all be splitting up, so... there's just something that's been bugging me, ever since we started working together." The tension in her voice was quite evident now.
He turned back to the display, not too eager to get into any 'what if' conversations. As he did, he noticed the blip heading for them. "And what might that be, Miss Doon?", he asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
Naal took a deep breath, not sure she should bother to ask. She might not like his answer. Then again, his answer could be something that she may have never thought of. The curiosity was overwhelming. "How come you never hit on me?" She knew by the sound of the words that he was bound to laugh at her. However, she did bring up the subject and felt she should carry through with it, no matter how painful it may get.
The question took him by suprise. He was expecting something else completely. Actually he didn't know what to expect, but he was sure it wouldn't have been that. "Hit on you? You expected me to become romantically involved with you?" He couldn't hide the suprise in his voice. Ian knew he should have just ignored the question completely, but he couldn't help his reaction.
She decided to go with it. The conversation was set in motion and it would be awkward to stop now. "Well, I don't know what's going on in your head, but just about every man I've worked with has made an attempt with me sooner or later." She couldn't help but smirk. "You seemed different from the others and it just sort of struck me as... well, as odd."
"Odd? My not hitting on you makes me odd? You think that highly of yourself, do you?" Ian turned to her, to look her in the eyes. "I have nothing against you personally. My work with you has been only business. What I think or feel never came into play during our times together." Did he go too far? Did he allow himself to get too involved with her and the conversation. Normally, he would ignore the entire subject, since it was something of a non-subject with him.
Naal chuckled softly, "I didn't say you were odd." The turn of the conversation seemed to amuse her now that he was involved. She still didn't know what to expect from him, but she was willing to explore that. "And I wouldn't say that I have that high a regard for myself. Perhaps I'm sort of used to it, but don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. In fact, as much of a pain you are, I do like working with you. You get the job done and I think we make a good team. Anything more than that would be ruining our working relationship." A smile crossed her lips, as she thought that she handled that quite well. What could he say now? She pretty much summed it up for them both.
"Exactly." With that, he turned back to the display, then let his eyes move to the view port. The approaching ship was but a mere dot of light to the naked eye, but it was coming for them. "Anything else you wish to know?" He grinned, but he hoped she didn't have any other urges to get to know his inner workings.
Her eyes looked out at the approaching speck of light. "Yeah. If we survive this and Pinnacle is indeed finished, what do you plan to do with yourself?"
Ian cringed inwardly. For some reason, she was very concerned with surviving and the end of what was once known as Pinnacle Inc. "I'll do what I have to in order to survive," he said frankly. "Odd jobs here or there. I haven't given it much thought really."
She nodded to his words. They were
just what she was thinking for herself. "Nor have I. I just sort of fit in here. I couldn't imagine doing anything else." There was a longing in her voice, as though she would miss Pinnacle Inc. As though it was all she knew and hoped to know.
The speck of light continued to grow. The outline of a ship could be seen, and it was approaching fast. "With your skills, I'm sure that you will find employment easily." He had to encourage her. If he had told her that there was no hope of finding another job like Pinnacle Inc. had for her, she may have started crying. Then again, maybe not. On second thought, it seemed it would take her much more to get emotional.
"Thanks. I hope so too." Naal watched the ship get bigger and bigger. It almost looked as though the two vessels would collide.
A jolt of the pod let the two inside know that the ship had control of them. As they approached the ship, they noticed the hull beginning to split down it's center, at the front. The inside is was dark as the space around the ship. There was no message or other form of contact from the ship. What could be it's motive for rescuing the pod? Was it merely a salvage mission, or were those aboard truly good samaritans?
"They don't even have lights in the bay. This can't be good." Naal blinked as she watched the ship get closer. "Shall we activate our blasters?" She shifted her eyes to see his reaction.
He grabbed the straps of his seat and quickly buckled them. "Do what you like, but I plan to secure myself for a rough landing."
"Oh right." Naal returned to her seat and buckled her own straps. Once she was secure, she pulled her blaster and flipped it on, before reholstering it.
The pod slid past the edge of the opening and the hull began to close again. The tractor beam held the pod still finally, and the hull closed completely. Without warning, the entire bay was flooded with light. The view ports seemed like floodlights to those inside, as they were quickly blinded. As the beam lowered the pod to the deck and released it, it rolled slightly to one side. Naal and Ian felt the tilt of the pod and realized that they had been released. Once their sight returned, they managed to get their straps off and head back to the rear hatch.
"You alright?", he asked her quickly. He knew she would be, but asked, none the less.
"Yeah, you?" Naal held on to whatever was handy to keep herself steady.
"I'm fine." Ian reached for the hatch to feel for the release. "Time to meet our savior."
He found the release and activated it, standing back quickly. The hatch bolts exploded outward from the pod, sending the hatch flying across the bay. It landed with a clatter next to some secured crates. Whisps of smoke filled the hatch entrance, but only for a minute as Ian took the chance and leaped out of the pod. He felt his feet land on hard decking, and he looked around the well lit bay. Naal wasn't far behind him, as she dropped to the deck.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, as she looked around.
He looked back at her. "You sure have a way with words."
She laughed, knowing that he had a point. However, what more could she say? "Sorry. I guess I was expecting an armed guard. Think of it as relief."
"Don't get too happy yet. We still don't know who rescued us." The words may not have been comforting, but they had a ring of the truth about them.
Naal walked around and nodded to Ian. She was looking for a door of some sort, but due to the number of crates and the size of the bay, finding a door was easier said than done, from where they stood.
"Hello there! Just make yourself comfortable for a while and don't touch anything. I'll be watching." The electronic voice broke the silence. Its source was undetectable, as it echoed throughout the bay. "Oh, and by the way, I'll be taking you to the closest port."
"At least he seemed friendly enough." said a grinning Ian.
"Thanks!" Naal yelled out to the voice. She turned to Ian. "Yeah, and he's not here to blow out heads off. Not that I'd let him," she said with a smirk.
Ian looked to her, wondering if she knew what she was talking about. "You think you know where he would shoot from in this place?"
A scowl crossed her face, as she looked to Ian. "I doubt he'd have blasters in the bay." The scowl gave way to a look of doubt. "You think?"
"Never know. This isn't exactly a regulation ship." Ian walked around the crates, exploring the bay, but not wandering too far. He could find his way back, but he didn't want to take the chance of getting lost in teh maze the crates created.
Naal nodded, not sure she liked the idea of being vulnerable to attack. "True. He could have any kind of modifications made to this vessel." She eyed a crate and hopped onto it, sitting down to relax as best she could.
Stopping, while in thought, Ian looks back to Naal's voice. "We might not be out of this just yet."
"I had a feeling you were going to say something like that." She knew that there was always a possibility of something to go wrong, but never knew exactly what until it was there, staring her in the face.
There had to be some sort of communication device in the bay. Ian had been aboard many different ships, and knew the basic layout of the bays, however, this one was different. Perhaps the way the crates were located. Perhaps their host had made signifiacant modifications. He still needed to talk to the guy.
Naal felt a twinge in her stomach. The hunger was getting to her, and she knew there were rations in the pod. Though they were not to her liking, they were still food. She hopped off the crate and headed for the pod. "You want something to eat?"
But before Ian got a chance to answer that electronic voice echoed through the bay once again.
"Hello again! Looks like the closest port may not be the best place for us, so we will be heading elsewhere. Hope you don't mind a longer ride. Looks like Corellia will be our next stop. About four hours out..... Oh and I'll send a droid down with food."
Ian looked around again. "I guess I do." He turned to head back to the pod. It was the only thing the droid would be able to use to find them.
"Good. Real food! I hope. I was dreading those rations." Naal said as she climbed back out of the pod.
Making it back to the area of the pod, Ian finds a place to sit and wait. "So, you found it odd that I never hit on you? Why had you never hit on me?"
It was his attempt at making light conversation while they waited. That, and the question made him curious too, even if it was only a teensy bit.
Naal laughed loudly. "I was waiting for you!"
"I hope you weren't planning on continuing to wait." he said with a grin.
She shook her head. "No. Not at all. I sort of figured out after a while that if you didn't do it first off, you probably weren't going to."
He nodded to her observation. "So, you're smart too. Some employer will consider you a good find."
Naal looked over to Ian, "You say that like we were parting ways. Who says you won't be working for me?"
This time it was Ian's turn to laugh out loud. "I doubt you could afford my services, or even have a need for them."
"I have no doubt about that, but anything is possible," she said with a shrug. "We could work for the same employer again."
"Yes, that would be possible, but only for a short time. I don't think I will tie myself down like I did with Pinnacle. I know there is much more for me out there. I've had a taste of it already, long ago." A far off look came to his face, as if he was remembering a time when he lived a different life.
"Really? What happened?", she asked curiously.
Ian snapped out of his daze and looked to her. "I wanted to try something different. I'm glad it's over, really."
"If you're glad it's over, then why do you want to search for it?"
"Search for what?" She had him lost.... Or was it the other way around?
"Whatever it is that you think is out there for you. That's what." She seemed a little annoyed, but he knew what had happened. He wasn't clear enough with her. Perhaps he was never clear with many people about many things. Perhaps that is how he got to where he was now. "It's called freedom. I can now work for whomever I want and quit when I want."
She nodded, now understanding what he meant.
"What are you looking for?" he asked, trying to turn the conversation away from himself.
"Stability." she replied, "It seems I'm always on the move. Either that or running from something. I just want to settle down on some nice planet and live happily ever after."
"Really? Your stability with Pinnacle Inc. wasn't good enough? You don't seem like the type to settle down." Now it was his turn to see if she'd reveal some deeper meaning of herself.
Naal smiled. "Yeah, well, I'm not done yet. Stability is what I strive for, but I still want to have a little fun along the way first."
Ian chuckled a bit. "In other words, you aren't sure what you want. I can understand that." he said with an understanding nod.
"I guess so." she laughed.
The hiss of an opening hatch interrupted them for the moment. The whirring noise of a droid followed by the closing hiss proved that their host was a man of his word. When the droid came into view, a tray of food on top of it was seen. Both Naal and Ian stood up and waited for the droid to reach them. Once there, the droid stopped and waited patiently for them to pick food off it's tray.
"Looks like you do get your room service." Ian watched Naal move to the droid quickly. "Save me a morsel or two, will you?"
She chuckled a bit before digging in. "You better come and get some while it's here."
He nodded as he walked over to the droid and began picking at what was there. They both ate in silence, each unaware of how hungry they were until they actually smelled the food. They had been through quite an ordeal, both together and as individuals. They had just watched their organization torn apart and their troops either destroyed or running for their lives. Those who stayed to fight, like them, were probably still drifting in space in the escape pods. Neither of them really knew what would happen now. Would they work together again, or go their separate ways?
It was something that only time would tell.....
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