Prologue (cont.)
(Author's note: If the character or items mentioned dont make sense, please refer to the game Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic. Sorry)
His hands trembled as Communications Officer Kenri Wobski fiddled with the console. His orders were clear: Hack into the sensory perception computers aboard the Malak and manipulate the control to make the Skywalker look like the moon and vise versa. When he questioned the captain's plans, his reply was, "Just let me handle it, son. You just work on that trick of yours." and then went to the Engines Officer. The entire plan was impossibly simple: discharge the engine pods and ignite them; the resulting explosion and cloud was block the ship out of site. The difficulty was tricking the sensors to fire on the moon. Although the Shipkiller cannon could easily destoy a ship, a planet (or just a simple rock) would reflect most of the blast back to the ship. Not enough to destroy the Malak, but it would disable it and eventually destroy it.
The good part about the plan was that the sensory perceptors would be the least guarded systems on the enemy ship. At least until the ship "disappears" from sight, and by then, the system would already be hacked. It seemed like hours passed until he was ready to execute his newly named file: FROMREVANWITHLOVE.exe. He grinned at the name, remembering how it was Revan himself who ended the war with Malak. He turned to Captain Onasi. "Sir, ready to execute 'From Revan, with Love'." The captain smiled, a very rare thing indeed. He turned to his Engineering Officer, waiting for his status. "Sir, ready for detonation." That was the cue he needed. "Execute!" he shouted. A bright flash lite the front veiwport for a moment, before he could see the blast itself. Smoke covered the 2 ships, and the plan was sent into action. "Brace for impact!" the captain shouted as a blast wave hit the ship. The whole universe seemed to spin as the ship spun like a top. His Battle Officer shouted the incoming news. "Sir, the Malak is spun around....they're firing!....direct hit into the moon!" A shout of joy ran through the ship again. "Sir, the Malak has lost all engine power, and shields. There are many hull breahes, and the blast has sent it into a collision course with the 4th planet."
With a sigh of relief, Trask was faced with yet another problem: how to land the ship, or at least stablizing her. He started to compute an SOS coordinate pod to send to the Republic. He stopped for just a second though, and turned to Master Pangea. "Ken, why dont you take my yacht out, and save yourself. Your survival is critical for the Jedi." But the Jedi looked in awe at the 3rd planet. "There are small signs of life with a force concentration great enough. Perhaps if this planet was dominated by these somewhat sentient-like life, our order would have a hope. I do see great things about this planet. And I have learned a lot. It's a shame the ship will wipe out most, if not all, life. I will personally finish your pod for you, and then I will take my leave. And try to get to a secure location. Its been a pleasure working with you, Trask Onasi. You have been a great friend." The Jedi walked to the panel, filled it out, turned and left.
The captain stood still, not moving, until he got the report that the captain's yacht was away. As the ship began to hit the atmosphere, he quickly glanced down at the information. He noticed a missing slot under Name of Continent(s). He thought for a moment, and put in the entry, Pangea. Even as the ship burned up and break apart, he sent the pod away, and at last looked at the entry put in.
Name of System: Solar System
Name of Planet: Earth
To be continued, after a few million years...........................