Jayda paced, beyond restless. The Council...how she would like to strangle the Council right about now. But she couldn't think about that, as it only made her angry. She turned to face the freighter's cockpit viewport and peered out at the chaotic, yet beautiful, view of hyperspace. She pounded a gloved hand on the controls, growling as she did so. Couldn't this bucket of bolts go any faster? Of course "going faster" in hyperspace was a moot point, and perhaps this is what annoyed her. The Temple had "loaned" the freighter to her for her return trip to the Saber's Hilt. What Jayda had yet to figure out was why they didn't just send her back on a shuttle, as she had previously departed. But the Council insisted that she fly herself back to the Hilt. Not that she minded flying, of course. She was an excellent pilot and greatly enjoyed it, but this particular freighter had seen better days. Granted, she could technically keep it for the duration of the Jedi expedition. The Council had given no orders on what to do with Shadow Breaker once it had delivered Jayda to the Saber's Hilt, and she certainly planned on hanging on to it.
Startling her out of her musings, the ship's control board finally announced that they were approaching their destination and would be dropping out of hyperspace. Making the transition smoothly back to realspace, Jayda expertly piloted the freighter toward the Saber's Hilt, hanging quietly above the spherical chunk of white ice that star maps designated Hoth. Jayda immediately sent a transmission to the Hilt, "Saber's Hilt, this is Jedi Knight Jayda Kha'dar piloting the freighter Shadow Breaker. Requesting permission to come aboard." There was a brief pause.
"Shadow Breaker, this is Saber's Hilt. We've been expecting your arrival. Docking bay 42 was originally prepped for your freighter, but due to recent circumstances, we ask that you hold a stationary position near the Hilt until we can accomodate you."
"Say again, Hilt? Is something wrong?" Jayda frowned at the comm board.
"I'm not totally sure, Shadow Breaker. Something's up with the initial landing party, and everyone is scrambling to make it to the planet's surface to reinforce. All docking bays are busy sending shuttles to the surface. Thus we cannot accept your freighter at the time being."
"The initial landing party...has a base camp been established?"
"I'm sorry, Shadow Breaker. I really don't know. All I know is that the initial landing party hasn't made contact with the Saber's Hilt as it was scheduled to do. Master Gordon found this disturbing and so is sending down reinforcements to check on them. Other than that, I really can't tell you. And I really need to clear the comm. I'll let you know when a docking bay is clear for your arrival."
"Thank you, Hilt. But that's no longer necessary. I'll be heading straight down to the planet. Could you give me the coordinates for the landing party's last known position?"
"Negative, Shadow Breaker. You are not authorized to descend to the planet's surface. Please hold your position."
"Sorry, Hilt. You're breaking up. I'm getting static from the asteroid belt. Will contact you again when the comm clears." Jayda broke the connection with a stab of her finger and swung the ship around toward Hoth. She set in a course for the planet's surface, and leaned back for a moment to focus. All she managed to focus, however, was her aggravation. What was the Council thinking?! If only she'd been here, she could be with the landing party now, instead of...fierfek. She couldn't keep dwelling on the negative. It just made her lose her concentration and distract her from what she was supposed to be focusing on. She returned her attention to the matter at hand and reached out in the Force for the landing party. Without coordinates, she'd have to rely entirely on their Force presences to catch up to them. Closing her eyes to concentrate harder, she continued to pilot the ship, distantly aware of her fingers playing across the control board. As she neared the surface of the planet, she thought she caught the faint trace of a Jedi presence. Trusting her instincts, she sent the ship toward the whisper and set her jaw in determination. She was sorry that she hadn't been here originally, but she would make up for it as best she could. She sent out a determined, yet reassuring, thought through the Force, hoping that at least some of the landing party would pick up on it, "Hold on, I'm coming."
"It's not about the legacy you leave, it's about the life you live." ~Mara Jade Skywalker