It is a time of war for the galaxy.
The Jedi Order led by their Council faces the Empire led by the Sith Order. No one can be trusted.
Two simple smugglers try to make a living by breaking through blockades with their ship, the Talon of Shadows. But Jack and Leon are going to find that it's hard not to choose a side in the battle of good and evil.
"Fucking hurry up you moron!" Jack yells over the sounds of gunfire, the door behind him being blasted continuously to no avail.
Leon wildly dashed around the room, from console to console, ripping them apart with his tools and then taking parts out of them, piling the parts on the floor next to a smoking teleporter. It was old fashioned, probably a very early model, it was a circular shape, with a dome on the top, and blinking lights around the edges. Or the lights were supposed to be blinking, but smoke coming from an open hatch told otherwise. Two handles stuck out from the sides.
"I'm moving as fast as I can!" Leon yelled back, talking around his cigarette. He finally removed a bunch of cabling and wires from a panel in the wall, and knelt down next to his tech pile. He grabbed a few things, examined them, and either threw them across the room or attached a wire to it. A small tubular item bleeped as he picked it up, and he patiently put it down on the floor and crushed it under his boot. He then proceeded to do many complicated things with wires and mechanical pieces, until there was a junky heap of wires and parts connected by a cable to the teleporter. He took his backpack off and rummaged through it for a moment, as Jack grew frustrated.
"This is your autopilot speaking. I detect an 85% chance that your current course will lead to harm, and almost certain death. Correcting course in five minutes."
Suddenly, Jack wondered where the ship was headed. They were in the bridge, and everyone that had been in it a few minutes ago were slumped outside the door, dead. He strode over to the main desk, thankfully unharmed by Leon, and pressed a button. Slowly, the metal screenshields moved outward, and Jack's eyes grew wider.
"Uhh… Leon? Hurry up. Please."
Leon looked up from where he was sitting, worried by this sudden change in his friend. It wasn't like Jack to get all quiet-voiced. Leon stood up and walked over, but he stopped and stared.
Or tried to. He had to lower his starglasses before he could actually stare.
Because that's what the ship was pointing towards. A star.
"This is your autopilot speaking. I detect a 92% chance that your current course will lead to almost certain death. Correcting course in four minutes."
"I'll… just get back to that teleporter…" Leon said, then dashed back after another moment. He knelt down, and attached the last cable to it, then frowned, took the cigarette from his mouth and twiddled with something in the device. Then, satisfied, he took the heavy cable over towards the main desk, and, pushing Jack out of the way, opened a hatch in it and plugged the cable in.
Instant darkness. Well, except for the star and the now flashing lights in the teleporter. The door stopped being hit by anything for a moment, then the blasting resumed.
"You just turned the autopilot off! And all the shields with it! What the hell were you thinking!"
"This stupid teleporter is extremely old, so it needs a lot of power." Leon explained, wiping sweat from his brow. Then he held up his hand and looked at the sweat. "Aren't the bloody bridges on these things heat-proof?"
Jack looked at his own hands, and noticed that he too was sweating. He could feel it becoming uncomfortably warm , and sweat slid down his back. Then he looked back up at Leon. "Yeah, except when all the power of a ship suddenly gets rerouted into a faulty teleporter."
"That… may… be a problem. FUCK." Leon tinkered with the manual controls underneath the main console, and pulled out the cable. The whole ship groaned for a moment, and a shudder ran through it as the power ran through it once more. "I'll have to try a different way if we don't want solar interference with the bloody thing. I'll try running the power through different nodes, which should fix it…"
Jack stood back for a moment as Leon pulled things from his bag, his hands engaging hyperspeed as they disassembled parts and reassembled them into two gadgets, and his mutters faded. "Ok, let's try this."
"This is your autopilot speaking. I detect a 100% chance of your current course leading to certain death. Goodbye."
Leon reached over to the console next to the main, and pulled one end of a cable from underneath it. He then hooked the second cable into one node, and the first one to the other. He attached the nodes together with a few wires, hoping it would be enough, and plugged the first one back into the main console.
The power flickered, and with a huge whooshing noise, dimmed significantly, but didn't shut off.
"This is yourrrrrrrr autop-p-p-p-p-pilot speakinginginging. SSSSSystems are on thirrrrrrty three-ee-ee-ee percent cap-cap-capacity."
"Okay, that should be good enough for keeping out solar interference. We'll just have to try."
They both jumped at the teleporter and grabbed a handle, as Leon pushed the button.
WwwhhhhiiiirrRRRRR WWHHHIIIIRRRRR fizz.
"FUCK! What's wrong now?" Jack asked, worry rising in his voice. Leon opened the hatch on the side again.
"Ah, so that's where you were," Leon said, pulling out his cigarette, and flicking it away. "I don't think I'll be smoking anytime soon."
Wwwwhhhhiiiiiirrrr ZZZZZZAAAAAAAZZZZZZP.
They disappeared, leaving both the room… and the teleporter, behind.
The ship's power flickered back on, and an explosion roared up front.
The Star Destroyer was then, ironically enough, destroyed by a star.