Emergency Seal

2026-02-10T00:00:00Z

Re-entry into asteroid field debris. Seal breach. Three minutes to patch or suffocate.

The helmet is the most sacred piece. Remove it, and you remove yourself. But damage it, and you compromise everything.

Micro-meteorite took a chunk out of the visor seal. Atmospheric venting. Had to emergency seal with temporary beskar mesh and pray the bond held.

It held.

The helmet saved my life. Again. The beskar knew its duty even when I thought all was lost.

Now it bears a scar. Another story. Another reminder that the armor protects, but it also survives. Like us. Like the Way.

This is the way.

Ambush in the Asteroid Field

2026-01-15T00:00:00Z

The Kessel Run is the famous one, but every smuggler has their shortcut through the graveyard. Mine took me through the ruins of a dead world—chunks of rock and iron where a planet used to be.

Didn't expect the pirates.

Three Z-95 Headhunters dropped from behind a tumbling asteroid the size of a city block. No warning, no hails. Just laser fire scorching my hull.

I took the Razor Crest deep into the debris field. Tight turns, stomach churning, proximity alarms screaming. My ship's not built for this kind of flying, but neither were theirs.

Lost one on a jagged rock formation that tore his wing clean off. Watched him spin into the dark. The other two were smarter, hung back, tried to box me in.

Used the Crest's dorsal cannon to blast a path through an unstable asteroid. The explosion took out the second pirate. Third one broke off when he saw his friends burning.

Made it to the rendezvous point with hull breaches in three sections and a cracked viewport. But I made it.

Some days, that's enough.

The damage was bad enough that I had to spend a few days on repairs. See Razor Crest Repairs for the full damage assessment.

This is the way.

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Emergency Seal

Ambush in the Asteroid Field