I sprinted down the bridge corridor of the RAS Prosecutor as blaster fire rang out around me. I adjusted my visor mode and looked on Fixer’s POV. He was low on ammo and currently slicing a door while Sev laid down heavy blaster fire on the rapidly approaching droids. I snapped back to my POV as I came upon the bridge door. A quick slice later, and I was firing as fast as I could at line after line of battle droids. A few seconds later, Scorch came in through the door followed by Fixer and Sev. They helped me destroy the last of the battle droids and then we went up to the console and I noticed Fixer had taken a few shots to the back. It was nothing some bacta couldn’t fix. We spotted a Separatist jammer and planted an explosive charge, destroying the interference and heard the Advisor come back onto comms.

“Deltas, the scanners indicate there is a large Separatist battleship approaching the ship. You need to make a blind jump! It is your only chance.”

I said, “Are you sure, sir? We could end up anywhere in the known galaxy, or even outside it.”

“Either that or die at a Separatist firing squad.”

“Blind jump it is then.”

I ordered Fixer to engage the hyperdrive. He quickly walked over and started typing on the console. Suddenly, the door to the Bridge was breached. We fought hard against the counterattack, and eventually emerged victorious. Then, we all heard the hyperdrive reactors activating and the Advisor said,

“You should probably find a place to strap in.”

We walked over to the bridge seats and strapped in. The ship started to slow down as the hyperdrive drew power. We looked out the viewport and said in unison,

“Here we go!”

The ship jumped into hyperspace, throwing us back into our seat in the process. I managed to look over at the console, and switching to my helmet comms, I said,

“Anyone know some stories to pass the time? We have a few hours.”

Scorch piped up in his usual cheery voice, “Once upon a time, there were four commandos. One of them was named Scorch, and he was the leader and ultimate hero. He always yanked the others out of trouble, gaining him the title “Republic Defender.” Then he-”

“Okay, enough of that. Fixer, you got anything?” I asked.

“No sir, shouldn’t we be wondering about where we’re gonna emerge and formulating a battle plan for if it is a hostile world?”

“Easy up, Fixer, we don’t need to die of boredom.” Scorch said.

Fixer replied, “Sir, shouldn’t we?”

“You are correct, Fixer, we should think of any possible scenarios. Spill your ideas.” I said.

“If it is a Separatist world, what should we do?” Fixer asked.

“On the rare chance it is a Separatist world,” Scorch snorted, “Maybe we should bore them to death formulating a way over-complicated war plan and allow them to storm our ship as we waste time making plans.”

“Shut it, Scorch. We should scour the ship for spare ammo, and then make our way out through the escape pods, and leave them to search the ship while we find a decent hiding spot.” I said.

“Good idea, sir.” Fixer said.

“Oh-Seven, why have you been so quiet?” I asked.

“Oh, just thinking. Sorry, sir.”

‘Okay,’ I thought, ‘Just gotta get the men off the ship, then formulate a plan to contact the Republic. Simple enough.’

“Sir, we are coming out of hyperspace.” Fixer said, yanking me back to the real world.

“Okay Deltas, let's prepare for hard contact.”

The ship jumped out of hyperspace, and I saw a small planet that looked kind of like Naboo. I went to engage planetary landing systems, but suddenly, the ship lurched and we started plummeting down towards the small, green planet.

“Sir! We’re going down!”

Fierfek! We’re going to crash!

“Okay, everyone brace yourselves.”

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Twilight Sparkle was looking out of her library’s observatory window when she noticed a big, white, metal bird plummeting towards the Everfree Forest.

“Spike, take a note.”

“Okay Twilight!”

Spike appeared, holding a scroll and a quill in his claws.

“Dear Princess Celestia, there is a big metal bird falling out of the sky towards the Everfree and I do not know what to do. Your Faithful Student, Twilight. Send it, Spike!”

“Got it!”

Twilight watched as the letter turned into smoke and flew out of the room. She only hoped the Princess would get this in time before the bird crashed.

Author's Note

Hi everyone! I would like some feedback on this chapter to help me decide if I should continue it, and also post any errors you can find in the comments. Thanks!

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