“Pretty name,” Jaren commented. He worked the controls as the pod rocketed through space, orienting the vessel toward the surface of Tatooine. In the viewport, the distant yellow-red orb of earth came into full view. 

“So, Astra, the plan. We’re about four hours out from planetfall. I’m going to shut down all of the systems on here for a few of those hours. That’ll make sure their scanners can’t pick us up out here in the black. Zero emissions. It’s hard enough to find an escape pod in the void, but we might as well make it impossible.” 

He pressed a few buttons as soon as his work was complete, and the pod seemed to have died entirely on them. Even the gravity gave out, and they were suddenly weightless. “Everything except the oxygen is offline,” he explained. “As soon as we touch down, though, we’ll have to move. I imagine they’ll have a good sense of where we could land and will be following up on any planetary impacts they pick up. We don’t have any way of landing quietly on this thing, so, yeah, we’re going to have to move fast once we touch down. They’ll be after us as soon as they pick up a reading on our entrance.”

He rummaged through the pack and produced a sleek, compact, matte black blaster pistol and handed it to her. “Here. Standard military issue, bit of an upgrade from that thing you’re carrying around. Very easy to use. Just point and shoot,” he said, offering it to her, grip-first. “Hopefully you don’t need it, but if you do, you might as well be carrying something that can punch through Mandalorian armor.”