Entry Number 050603A
Moving out of the seat was the least stressful thing, as I as any normal individual in this Galaxy doesn't like to treated as the sole reason why an aircraft crashed. Although I doubt that if we were to crash, any of us would survive to actually tell who was the idiot responsible for fucking with the controls so much the computer gave up on us air-breathing humans.
I stood up and watched Rogan settle in the seat and take a hold of the steering wheel, pressing some buttons on the left hangar beforehand. She removed the coat from her shoulders and that's when I noticed that one of her hands was gloved and the other wasn't, though I didn't have much time to speculate why considering we were falling to our pfaasking doom.
I stay beside the co-pilot as Navaien took over again and Rose started writing commands down and shouting them in the previously discarded intercom, trying to get the other sided (the Finalizer control base) to give us access and help us. I, in the meanwhile, tried to get in contact through the datapad by writing various messages, getting most of the words wrong because of the constant shouting in the ship.
My head started spinning when the ship started taking a course east-west, making me curse when I fell over and dropped my pad, it sliding under one of the benches where I could only see the outline of it's blinking screen. Not soon Rose toppled over as well, hissing when her head hit a corner. I expected a harsh reaction, a yell for someone to straighten the damn ship already, but nothing came. As I rose to my feet and sat down, holding for my life on the bench, I noticed she wasn't moving from her spot. She had passed out.
Navaien was reading off the commands they got from the base finally, but not even they could help us at this point. My head started pounding from the hits against the wall but I carried on trying to reach the curled up body of Rose, still swishing around like a droid on the cold floor. When walking couldn't help, I started crawling on my knees and elbows, hissing when I heard one of the bacta filled tanks had dislodged outside and had been sucking up our air slowly. As if everything else wasn't already a damn problem.
When I reached Rose, I sat with my legs folded and pulled up her head to look at her, noticing a bleeding gash cutting her cheekbone. Her eyes were still open but they were unblinking and she looked more dead than unconscious, if it weren't for the heartbeat against my thigh I would've officially declared her dead. Pulling her large form with me, I pushed her up beside one of the walls and ran back as much as I could to the two pilots trying to straighten the carrier.
"Rose is passed out," I said, breathlessly, staring at the large astrological object appearing in front of us. Navaien furrowed his brows, brown eyes struggling to make out it's nature.
"We're heading for a moon," he stated, trying to wake up the map panel which was glitching out of control. Rogan finally pulled her attention from the commands and stared in amazement, as the large desert planet became visible for us all.
"That's no moon," I whispered, digging my hands into the leather seats. "It's Cantonica." I turned to Rogan as her knuckles turned white from gripping the wheel, turning left and right. That's why the massive shaking happened, we were skipping through parsecs and we weren't ready for it. That's why the tanks were slowly falling off behind us. "You jumped to hyperspeed?! We don't have fuel, we'll die! The odds of surviving this are slim to none!" The sweat from my forehead began entering my eyes, masking the salty tears starting to form in the corners of them. I told him I'd be fine.
"Don't tell me the odds!" She murmured, before closing her eyes and holding the wheel up. My eyes were shut too as I felt the heating up from one side of the ship. Something told me we were burning, and I didn't dare look out of the window.
"Hold on. The temperature will rise. We're losing one half of the ship." Navaien said as calmly as possible, as his chest started rising frantically as he whispered something to himself. Rogan spat under her breath and I felt the ship straightening up, just a little.
My hands were basically ripping chunks of the leather from the chairs. I tilted my head down as I thought about all the situations when pilots crashed into planets like this, imagining how they felt when they had lost all support and had no way of surviving. It was my fault.
My hands went to hold onto Navaien's shoulders and I tightened my grip on him, barely holding myself conscious as the side of my body burned the more heated up the ship became. Suddenly, I heard a loud crash and I opened my eyes to witness one part of the ship breaking off into space when we started nearing Cantonica, the ship burning up the unnecessary parts when touching the planet's atmosphere. I said I'll be fine.
Suddenly, I found myself forgetting where I was. My vision became blank, and I found that I was nowhere. Nothing. My hands were reaching out, but to who and to where? My eyes couldn't open no matter how hard I tried and I was floating, as if I was in space with no helmet on. Was I dead? Is this how it feels to die?
Suddenly, I felt it. A coursing power go through my arms like never before. Hope. We could survive, and I knew we could, because many survived before us. I was enveloped with a calm feeling, a blue light and I looked up, seeing the endless stars in the sky. It was dawn, and I was sitting on a beautiful cliff by the ocean, hearing the waves crash into the rocks beneath me. I was one with the nature, with the energy, with the Galaxy. I felt alone yet so happy, as the sun rose and shone on my face, the wind tossed through my blonde hair, making me smile.
Energy of all sorts surrounded me, the grass underneath my hands giving out a beautiful green aura as I passed my fingers through the blades. I felt the water underneath me, and I smiled. I'm not dead. This is not death. I am feeling something more.
And suddenly, everything was clear. And I figured it out.
"May the Force be with you."
My eyes opened when the ship crashed into the desert planet, smoke and dust coming out in gulfs. The windows broke under the impact and I slammed into the panel, hurting my stomach and falling to the floor to hide underneath the panel from falling debree from the ceiling. Next to me, Navaien and Rogan finally let go of the steering wheel, with Rogan touching the failing computers and Navaien sighing a sigh of relief. Close to me, Rose had stumbled down in the moment of the impact and was waking up from another blow to the head, groggily touching her forehead.
"Are we alive..?" She muttered, red eyes staring at the ceiling. Sun filtered through the cracks of the ship and I chuckled, happy to be on the ground again, safe and secure. I told him I'd be alright.
"We are. We are alive." Navaien, or Larel, said, rubbing his sweating forehead with his sleeve.
Rogan had just stood up to go outside, scope the surrounding in still her ridiculous black dress, holding her red lightsaber close. I helped Rose up, which was currently limping from what I could assume was a swollen ankle. She saw me laughing my face covered in dust and blood as we walked out in the hot desert sun, surrounded by nothing at all.
"Why are you so happy? We're stranded in the middle of nowhere, almost got killed and you're laughing?! Did you hit your head or something?" Rose said as I let her support herself on one of the trusty swords she carried with herself, walking around the desert. I stood next to Rellia, who was taking in the hot and dry air, not registering what Rose was saying. Navaien creeped out of the broken ship as well, touching the bacta that was oozing from it, holding the thankfully still alive pad.
"Do I look like chopped liver to you? Why isn't anyone listening?" Rose yelled, her echo loud and clear. Rogan turned around, staring at her, and Navaien laughed, a stripe of dirt across his right cheek.
"With all due respect, shut up." He said, and I smiled at him, a large, great smile that I hadn't made in a long time.
I stood up and watched Rogan settle in the seat and take a hold of the steering wheel, pressing some buttons on the left hangar beforehand. She removed the coat from her shoulders and that's when I noticed that one of her hands was gloved and the other wasn't, though I didn't have much time to speculate why considering we were falling to our pfaasking doom.
I stay beside the co-pilot as Navaien took over again and Rose started writing commands down and shouting them in the previously discarded intercom, trying to get the other sided (the Finalizer control base) to give us access and help us. I, in the meanwhile, tried to get in contact through the datapad by writing various messages, getting most of the words wrong because of the constant shouting in the ship.
My head started spinning when the ship started taking a course east-west, making me curse when I fell over and dropped my pad, it sliding under one of the benches where I could only see the outline of it's blinking screen. Not soon Rose toppled over as well, hissing when her head hit a corner. I expected a harsh reaction, a yell for someone to straighten the damn ship already, but nothing came. As I rose to my feet and sat down, holding for my life on the bench, I noticed she wasn't moving from her spot. She had passed out.
Navaien was reading off the commands they got from the base finally, but not even they could help us at this point. My head started pounding from the hits against the wall but I carried on trying to reach the curled up body of Rose, still swishing around like a droid on the cold floor. When walking couldn't help, I started crawling on my knees and elbows, hissing when I heard one of the bacta filled tanks had dislodged outside and had been sucking up our air slowly. As if everything else wasn't already a damn problem.
When I reached Rose, I sat with my legs folded and pulled up her head to look at her, noticing a bleeding gash cutting her cheekbone. Her eyes were still open but they were unblinking and she looked more dead than unconscious, if it weren't for the heartbeat against my thigh I would've officially declared her dead. Pulling her large form with me, I pushed her up beside one of the walls and ran back as much as I could to the two pilots trying to straighten the carrier.
"Rose is passed out," I said, breathlessly, staring at the large astrological object appearing in front of us. Navaien furrowed his brows, brown eyes struggling to make out it's nature.
"We're heading for a moon," he stated, trying to wake up the map panel which was glitching out of control. Rogan finally pulled her attention from the commands and stared in amazement, as the large desert planet became visible for us all.
"That's no moon," I whispered, digging my hands into the leather seats. "It's Cantonica." I turned to Rogan as her knuckles turned white from gripping the wheel, turning left and right. That's why the massive shaking happened, we were skipping through parsecs and we weren't ready for it. That's why the tanks were slowly falling off behind us. "You jumped to hyperspeed?! We don't have fuel, we'll die! The odds of surviving this are slim to none!" The sweat from my forehead began entering my eyes, masking the salty tears starting to form in the corners of them. I told him I'd be fine.
"Don't tell me the odds!" She murmured, before closing her eyes and holding the wheel up. My eyes were shut too as I felt the heating up from one side of the ship. Something told me we were burning, and I didn't dare look out of the window.
"Hold on. The temperature will rise. We're losing one half of the ship." Navaien said as calmly as possible, as his chest started rising frantically as he whispered something to himself. Rogan spat under her breath and I felt the ship straightening up, just a little.
My hands were basically ripping chunks of the leather from the chairs. I tilted my head down as I thought about all the situations when pilots crashed into planets like this, imagining how they felt when they had lost all support and had no way of surviving. It was my fault.
My hands went to hold onto Navaien's shoulders and I tightened my grip on him, barely holding myself conscious as the side of my body burned the more heated up the ship became. Suddenly, I heard a loud crash and I opened my eyes to witness one part of the ship breaking off into space when we started nearing Cantonica, the ship burning up the unnecessary parts when touching the planet's atmosphere. I said I'll be fine.
Suddenly, I found myself forgetting where I was. My vision became blank, and I found that I was nowhere. Nothing. My hands were reaching out, but to who and to where? My eyes couldn't open no matter how hard I tried and I was floating, as if I was in space with no helmet on. Was I dead? Is this how it feels to die?
Suddenly, I felt it. A coursing power go through my arms like never before. Hope. We could survive, and I knew we could, because many survived before us. I was enveloped with a calm feeling, a blue light and I looked up, seeing the endless stars in the sky. It was dawn, and I was sitting on a beautiful cliff by the ocean, hearing the waves crash into the rocks beneath me. I was one with the nature, with the energy, with the Galaxy. I felt alone yet so happy, as the sun rose and shone on my face, the wind tossed through my blonde hair, making me smile.
Energy of all sorts surrounded me, the grass underneath my hands giving out a beautiful green aura as I passed my fingers through the blades. I felt the water underneath me, and I smiled. I'm not dead. This is not death. I am feeling something more.
And suddenly, everything was clear. And I figured it out.
"May the Force be with you."
My eyes opened when the ship crashed into the desert planet, smoke and dust coming out in gulfs. The windows broke under the impact and I slammed into the panel, hurting my stomach and falling to the floor to hide underneath the panel from falling debree from the ceiling. Next to me, Navaien and Rogan finally let go of the steering wheel, with Rogan touching the failing computers and Navaien sighing a sigh of relief. Close to me, Rose had stumbled down in the moment of the impact and was waking up from another blow to the head, groggily touching her forehead.
"Are we alive..?" She muttered, red eyes staring at the ceiling. Sun filtered through the cracks of the ship and I chuckled, happy to be on the ground again, safe and secure. I told him I'd be alright.
"We are. We are alive." Navaien, or Larel, said, rubbing his sweating forehead with his sleeve.
Rogan had just stood up to go outside, scope the surrounding in still her ridiculous black dress, holding her red lightsaber close. I helped Rose up, which was currently limping from what I could assume was a swollen ankle. She saw me laughing my face covered in dust and blood as we walked out in the hot desert sun, surrounded by nothing at all.
"Why are you so happy? We're stranded in the middle of nowhere, almost got killed and you're laughing?! Did you hit your head or something?" Rose said as I let her support herself on one of the trusty swords she carried with herself, walking around the desert. I stood next to Rellia, who was taking in the hot and dry air, not registering what Rose was saying. Navaien creeped out of the broken ship as well, touching the bacta that was oozing from it, holding the thankfully still alive pad.
"Do I look like chopped liver to you? Why isn't anyone listening?" Rose yelled, her echo loud and clear. Rogan turned around, staring at her, and Navaien laughed, a stripe of dirt across his right cheek.
"With all due respect, shut up." He said, and I smiled at him, a large, great smile that I hadn't made in a long time.