Galen Marek was dozing off in the pilot seat of the Rogue Shadow. It's course was set for Zero City, where he hoped to meet up with his old master, who was apparently employed there as the head of the relationship counseling committee. He would have used a direct portal if he could have, but it had been less risky to contract an illegitimate rift that would open outside the planet's gravity field.
There was a loud crack from the back of the ship.
Juno must be working it, he thought. Then there was an even louder crack.
The ship was going down.
Shit, he thought.
The Force was not enough to shield Galen from the overwhelming atmospheric heat flooding the cabin.
He passed out.
"He's coming around..."
"It's about bloody time, too... Everybody out!"
Galen Marek was in a hospital gown in a sterile white room. Standing by the foot of Galen's bed was with two small, dark, polygonal creatures flanking him.
"It took the hospital staff an idiotically long time to revive you after you were dragged out of the crash," the British man said.
"Where am I?" Galen asked, rubbing his throbbing head.
"The first general hospital of Zero City. I'm your mayor, Ben Yahtzee Croshaw. You did a shite-load of damage to the fucking apartment complex you crashed into."
"I'm sorry I inconvenienced you," Galen growled. "Was there anyone else you found in the ship? A woman?"
"Your girlfriend? My nerds informed me that she used an escape pod before you even entered Earth's atmosphere. They said the engine on your interstellar death trap was beginning to fail early on in your trip."
"Do you know where she is?" Galen asked hopefully.
"I might happen to know her coordinates..."
"TELL ME!"
"The Force won't help you out here, Starfucker, or whatever you call yourself. With all the sedatives still in yer system, any attempt at Force-wielding might just make you vomit. Or die. And, having attempted an illegal planetary entry via an unauthorized rift, you're in no position to negotiate... criminal."
"You have a Stormtrooper's accent," Starkiller mumbled. "Bastard."
"However, I'll give you the coordinates once you agree to do something for me. After you've settled in, of course."
Starkiller didn't bother to ask what it was he would agree to do. He didn't have a choice, if he wanted to find Juno.
