Editing Resik Jinzler's Journal (section)

=====In Which It Is Bussiness As Usual Again OR And You Thought YOU Had Problems=====
We managed to board simply enough. We even managed to launch. As for breaking orbit? I think we spent less time kicking around the Unknown Regions. Preparing to jump, Shakur decided he had to make a side stop. I say side stop but I mean 'a sevral hour trek in the opposite direction'. It is his ship and his money. He also insisted it was just a quick stop... though Newt started poking around in the ngine rather than stowing her bags. I can learn... Neither did I. It seems Camaas was his destination but space was thick with ships. The new Victory class Star Destroyers where circiled around the planet and were busy bombarding the Camaasi int glass. It was like a puch in the face through the force. I let Shakur start feeling a small trickle of it as I made my case. He wasn't happy... but we made a break for the planet for what survivors we could grab. Sometimes you yearn nostalgicly for exploding slaver ships. I managed to convince the nearest SD's sensors that we were a random piece of debri as whe plumetted past with our system out. Through the atmosphere, I tried reaching out to the closest group of life forms we would be able to reach... and the Darkside stain from the active act tried to tear me apart. My head was ringing but we managed to land and grab as many as the ship could handle. A trio of Camaasi willingly stayed behind to make room for a few of the random terrified offworlders.