Aisa tinkered with her ship on a small smuggler's moon. It was mostly deserted, which is why Aisa liked to come here to meditate and mess with her ship's systems. There was an abandoned hyperdrive fueling station that had a landing pad and a stash of old smuggler's tools used to fix up ships away from the prying eyes of governments. Her ship was small, an S-100 Stinger, but one that she had continuously modified for better performance over the course of a year or so. She was no mechanical whizkid but she found tinkering with it to be meditative. And lately, she needed the meditation. Her mind was a maelstrom of emotions. Recently her longtime friend had gone missing with her master and no one had seen or heard from them since. She had spoken with her friend Eva just before they had departed and she had told Aisa that the mission was a risky one. The Mirialan Knight did not trust her friend's master to keep her safe and she had been vocal about it, but alas they had departed and now that Eva had gone missing, Aisa was afraid her worst fears had come to pass. 

Frustrated by the stubbornness of a certain shield capacitor, Aisa groaned and stepped away from her ship. She lay down on its nose and closed her eyes. When she was stuck with a problem where merely cutting it half would not suffice, she relied on the Force to show her the way. She pictured the ship- No, it was not her ship. It was-  Eva's! 

Something about it felt off. It was in Hoth, where Eva had said it would be. Why had the Force shown her that? There must be a reason! She could not wait any longer. The vision felt disturbing. The Force was telling her to take action. It had to be. Aisa hopped off of the nosecone of her fighter. She needed to get this thing flying again so she could find her friend. She had upgraded the hyperdrive to a class 1.5 instead of the stock class 2, however this put quite a drain on the power supply and thus, there was not enough energy to have both the hyperdrive and the deflector shields active at once. Which was her big conundrum. There HAD to be a way to bypass some non-essential systems to give more power to the shields, at least enough so they would not just short out when you turned them on. 

There was not. At least, as far as Aisa could see. Not without installing a whole new (and bigger) drive to power it all. Well, she would just have to do without deflector shields for now. She picked up the panels she had removed and placed them back on her ship, before locking them in place once again. Aisa stood back and admired her handiwork. It was a nice looking ship, with its starburst pattern of alternating rays coloured green and gold. Okay, enough standing around. Eva might need her help. 

Aisa slid her way back into the cockpit of her fighter and placed the helmet on her head while simultaneously flipping the ignition switches and beginning startup sequences. The onboard computer bleeped happily and the Stinger rumbled as it floated easily out of the relatively thin atmosphere of the moon. She hoped the smugglers would forgive her for leaving the tools out like that, but time could very well be of the essence. She punched the coordinates for the Hoth system into her navcomputer and brought the ship up to lightspeed. She smiled a small smile as the ship's punchy new speed was on display for the whole galaxy to see.  

As the ship warped into the system, Aisa concentrated. Which planet had the ship been on? Snow. She had seen snow on the ship. The sixth planet! It was a frozen ball of ice as far as she remembered, but if it meant finding her friend, she would melt all the snow on the planet. She kicked the Stinger's sublight drives into high gear and began scanning the surface for any signs of a ship or some evidence that her friend was there. Sure enough, a soft blip appeared. Some sort of beacon. It WAS a Jedi beacon as far as her ship's databanks could tell. Which meant that the Force HAD lead her here on purpose! There was a second blip though. Another ship, damaged by the looks of it. As quickly as she could, Aisa shut off her engines and floated, running silent and watching the other ship. A cursory scan of the ship revealed that there were no life signs aboard. Curious. Why was it still operating? Even more worrying, why did it look like it was preparing to land? 

Troubled by this development, Aisa prepped her ship to begin landing.