Bright Future
A Star Wars/Robotech fanfic
By ManxoChu
Disclaimer: Star Wars and its characters are property of Lucasfilms. Robotech and its characters are property of Harmony Gold. Idea for this fic is strictly owned by ManxoChu.
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"No one's going to believe this." General Antilles couldn't help but laugh at this situation. Throughout the Yuuzhan Vong crisis, he'd seen and dealt with all sorts of situations. Four standard hours ago, it had been a normal day. When he touched the cold metal of this unknown craft, a snubfighter of sorts, he knew this was a new day with new situations. "But then again, must people wouldn't believe that the Millennium Falcon would fly. Jaina, think she'll fly?"
Jaina Solo couldn't believe the shear power in such a craft, and she already was itching to get her to fly. "Sorry, General, but many of the computer systems had failed and needs replacing. The port wing needs replacing, the hull needs repair, the ammo needs replacing, and that's just the easy part."
"That's the 'easy part'? What's the hard part, besides the obvious?" The sound the hull made when he knocked on it gave him a good idea of the grade of metal. However, he frowned at the materials used for the canopy. "And who would use reinforced glass for a spaceworthy craft, anyway?!"
"Begging your pardon, Uncle, but despite the rudimentary materials used, this appears to be a good snubfighter." Jagged Fel tossed a hydrospanner from between the topside boosters. Which I'm sure Jaina would love to try out for herself. "From what Jaina and I have gathered, this ship has had many missions under her manifold. I just find it odd that there's no hyperdrive."
Wedge's jaw dropped. "Earlier you said there were no shields, and now no hyperdrive? Well, it's certainly doesn't look like a ship from Sienar Fleet Systems. She looks too battle-worn to be a prototype as well. Effee, any luck with the written language?"
FE-3PO shook his head. "As far as I can determine, the writing here…" He pointed at the writing just below where the canopy would be resting. "…this appears to be the name of the pilot. From the data that wasn't erased onboard, I've been able to deduce that the language is similar to Basic. The grammar and syntax are almost identical, but that's as far as the similarities go."
Jaina poked her head out of the cockpit. "Effee, would it be possible to teach the pilot Basic? I'm sure he's not a Gamorrean in the brains department. He and his ship would make a good addition. Whoa, there's not even an accelerator compensator."
Jag almost fell out off the fighter. "There's no compensator as well? Intriguing, to say the least. So with no shields, no hyperdrive, no compensator, and who's knows what else he's missing, and he's still alive. He must be one incredible pilot."
"Or he has an immense account at the Bank of Luck. It's been four hours now, so maybe our new friend is awake. Have Zraii take a look at the craft. I'm sure he'll find the ship to be truly fascinating. Just make sure he logs all his findings. I'm very interested in the weapons systems, myself. She appears to be some sort of missileboat, but we have to be sure. Effee, Jaina, with me please."
During the seemingly short trip towards the medbay Jaina shot a glance at Effee and Wedge. "General, I hope I'm coming along for a good reason. As much as I liked checking out the craft and wanting to meet her daring pilot, I've got my own duties to tend to." Wedge gave her a quick grin.
"Jaina, you know just as well as I do that he's one of us." She didn't like that grin one bit. The gleam in Wedge's eye made things worse.
"A pilot?"
"And I'm sure that if he'll open up to-"
She fumed at the thought. "I get the holo. I just hope he's easy on the eyes."
"See? I knew you'd understand."
"Ha ha." Their reverie was quickly broken by the sound of blaster fire from the medbay. A quick sprint had them quickly greeted by the sight of the guard on the ground, clutching his smoldering left shoulder, and the shooter drawing a bead at Wedge. Jaina could feel the pilot's confusion and anger boil over like her previous pot of caf.
"Nroho kxo robb um A?! Nroho'j mo jxaf?!"