Steam Vents of the Undercity
Cap'in lay in her bunk, the low hum of the ship's systems a constant companion. Though it had been a couple of weeks since their last encounter, the aches lingered - phantom reminders of blaster burns and hard landings. Her body was mending, but the soreness hadn’t quite faded… and neither had the memories. The intercom chimed, its sharp tone pulling Cap’in from her thoughts. With a groan, she swung her legs off the bunk and tapped the receiver. “Cap’in here. Go ahead.” 5E’s voice crackled through. “Apologies for the interruption, Cap’in. I’ve just finished running a full inventory on the weapons we recently acquired.” She already didn’t like where this was going. “They’re junk,” 5E continued. “Blasters built from scrap - faulty power cells, mismatched parts. Nothing serviceable.” Cap’in exhaled through her nose, weariness hardening into frustration. Why is it never simple? “I’ll be down shortly. Let Brains know too.” “Aye-aye,” 5E replied. She descended into the Wayfinder’s...