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The train was quiet except for the soft churning of the wheels, and the chug of the engine. Leia was asleep in her seat. Across the aisle, Han was sitting, wide awake, with a piece of paper and a pencil in hand. He bit his lip in concentration. The chair next to him creaked, and he looked over to see Indy taking his seat.
"What are you working on?" Indy asked, peering at the paper. There were some diagrams, and letters of an alphabet foreign to him scribbled on the paper.
Han leaned over toward Indy, and spoke in a low voice so as not to wake any of the sleeping passengers on the train. "Well see, I've been thinking about it for a while, and I think I can at least partially repair the repulsorlifts."
Indy nodded slowly, rubbing his chin in thought. "So, what exactly does that mean?"
Han smiled slightly, then answered, "Well, I don't think I can get it off the ground, but once it's in the air we should be able to get her flying."
"That's probably a good thing," Indy's tone indicated relief, "because I don't think that blimp will be able to haul your ship very far before giving out."
Han raised an eyebrow at him, "And when were you planning to tell us this?" he asked.
Indy shrugged. "When the blimps engines died and we started plummeting toward the Earth, I guess," he grinned.
Han shook his head. He slipped the piece of paper into his pocket, and handed Indy the pencil. He shifted in his seat to a more comfortable position. In his new station, he could gaze out the window at the passing country-side. It was midday, and he saw a cloaked man with some sort of staff out in the fields with a mass of small, fluffy white animals around him. The cloaked man reminded him of Luke, and Luke reminded him of all the other people and places he just now realized he missed so much. It was one thing to go off across the galaxy on a mission. It was another thing entirely to be marooned in another time and galaxy with not too great of a plan for getting back.
Indy noticed Han's face become etched with sadness. "What is it?" he asked, even though he was pretty sure he knew anyway.
Han sighed. "Just thinking about how far from home I am. It's funny, I've never really thought of any one place as my home. But I suppose my whole galaxy, any part of the galaxy, would do right now," He gazed off dreamily into the blue sky and the bright yellow sun above. The two men shared a silent reverence for a while. Han slowly turned to Indy and said, "I just hope that blackhole we came from will take us back to the right place."
Indy could offer no reassurance. He had no idea if it would. "Well you said your hyperdrive, the thing that lets you travel faster than light, still works right?" Indy asked.
Han nodded, "Yeah."
"Well, then why couldn't you just use it to get back to whatever galaxy you're from?" Indy asked. "It might be a long trip, but wouldn't it still work?"
Han shook his head. "We could probably get there, but the problem is that it wouldn't even be the same time period as when we left. The blackhole sucked us right out of our galaxy to this one so fast, I think we actually went forward in time."
Indy looked puzzled, "Forward? That doesn't really make sense. I mean, if Earth in 1937 is in your future, then why don't we have immense amounts of technology?"
"Two different galaxies," Han explained. "Our technology never reached you guys. Your just going to have to wait to figure it out yourselves."
"That's too bad," Indy said with a hint of sadness. "After all the places I've been, I'd still like to see space." he paused for a moment. Then he shrugged, "But hey, you can't miss what you never had, right?"
Han nodded his agreement. But inside he knew that you could miss something you never had. Like having parents or a family. He wished he could give Indy his dream. "We better get some sleep. We have," Han looked at the 'watch' Indy had given to him. It took him a while to figure out the time, "2 hours till we get to Frankfurt." Han leaned back in his seat.
'He's right, better save some energy,' Indy thought, pulling his fedora down over his eyes. For some reason unknown to him, he had a feeling there was a long couple days ahead of them...
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The train was quiet except for the soft churning of the wheels, and the chug of the engine. Leia was asleep in her seat. Across the aisle, Han was sitting, wide awake, with a piece of paper and a pencil in hand. He bit his lip in concentration. The chair next to him creaked, and he looked over to see Indy taking his seat.
"What are you working on?" Indy asked, peering at the paper. There were some diagrams, and letters of an alphabet foreign to him scribbled on the paper.
Han leaned over toward Indy, and spoke in a low voice so as not to wake any of the sleeping passengers on the train. "Well see, I've been thinking about it for a while, and I think I can at least partially repair the repulsorlifts."
Indy nodded slowly, rubbing his chin in thought. "So, what exactly does that mean?"
Han smiled slightly, then answered, "Well, I don't think I can get it off the ground, but once it's in the air we should be able to get her flying."
"That's probably a good thing," Indy's tone indicated relief, "because I don't think that blimp will be able to haul your ship very far before giving out."
Han raised an eyebrow at him, "And when were you planning to tell us this?" he asked.
Indy shrugged. "When the blimps engines died and we started plummeting toward the Earth, I guess," he grinned.
Han shook his head. He slipped the piece of paper into his pocket, and handed Indy the pencil. He shifted in his seat to a more comfortable position. In his new station, he could gaze out the window at the passing country-side. It was midday, and he saw a cloaked man with some sort of staff out in the fields with a mass of small, fluffy white animals around him. The cloaked man reminded him of Luke, and Luke reminded him of all the other people and places he just now realized he missed so much. It was one thing to go off across the galaxy on a mission. It was another thing entirely to be marooned in another time and galaxy with not too great of a plan for getting back.
Indy noticed Han's face become etched with sadness. "What is it?" he asked, even though he was pretty sure he knew anyway.
Han sighed. "Just thinking about how far from home I am. It's funny, I've never really thought of any one place as my home. But I suppose my whole galaxy, any part of the galaxy, would do right now," He gazed off dreamily into the blue sky and the bright yellow sun above. The two men shared a silent reverence for a while. Han slowly turned to Indy and said, "I just hope that blackhole we came from will take us back to the right place."
Indy could offer no reassurance. He had no idea if it would. "Well you said your hyperdrive, the thing that lets you travel faster than light, still works right?" Indy asked.
Han nodded, "Yeah."
"Well, then why couldn't you just use it to get back to whatever galaxy you're from?" Indy asked. "It might be a long trip, but wouldn't it still work?"
Han shook his head. "We could probably get there, but the problem is that it wouldn't even be the same time period as when we left. The blackhole sucked us right out of our galaxy to this one so fast, I think we actually went forward in time."
Indy looked puzzled, "Forward? That doesn't really make sense. I mean, if Earth in 1937 is in your future, then why don't we have immense amounts of technology?"
"Two different galaxies," Han explained. "Our technology never reached you guys. Your just going to have to wait to figure it out yourselves."
"That's too bad," Indy said with a hint of sadness. "After all the places I've been, I'd still like to see space." he paused for a moment. Then he shrugged, "But hey, you can't miss what you never had, right?"
Han nodded his agreement. But inside he knew that you could miss something you never had. Like having parents or a family. He wished he could give Indy his dream. "We better get some sleep. We have," Han looked at the 'watch' Indy had given to him. It took him a while to figure out the time, "2 hours till we get to Frankfurt." Han leaned back in his seat.
'He's right, better save some energy,' Indy thought, pulling his fedora down over his eyes. For some reason unknown to him, he had a feeling there was a long couple days ahead of them...
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