The Exchange Student
< OUTER RIM - PLANET UNKNOWN >
< SHUTTLE REMAINS >
< SHUTTLE REMAINS >

Gillan scratched his head. He knew a thing or two about shuttle repairs. But then again, he had never seen all of the alarms light up and blare at once.
If it hadn't been for the safety harnesses in the passenger's compartment, not a single one of them would still be standing. The transparisteel cockpit window had shattered, and their two pilots still sat in their chairs, although they were no longer among the living. Gillan glanced back over his shoulder. The door to the passenger's compartment had closed behind him. Perhaps that was for the better. It meant the other three passengers were spared of the sight of their deceased pilots.
Gillan sighed. The shuttle was supposed to take them to the frontier of Concordian space, to a smaller Temple complex belonging to the Silver Jedi. But something had obstructed their flight route. That something had forced them out of hyperspace, and could also be the cause of their crash. He glanced at the comms unit - it seemed just as dead as all the other systems. The sight of it made him curse under his breath. They really were on their own.
Despite the severity of the situation, he managed to remain surprisingly calm. There were no senior Jedi around, but he knew what procedures to apply. In fact, the archives had a whole section dedicated to surviving crashes. Gillan nodded to himself. Yes. He could do this.
"Our pilots are one with the Force now." He said as he returned to the passenger's compartment. "Cockpit's systems are malfunctioning too." He kept his cool, and remained cordial. But in the back of his head, he could hear the voices of his friends, loud and clear.
Three girls, huh.
Lucky you.
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