The ship was coming down fast.
Kanan reached for another set of controls, one he thought would stop them from crashing into the ice moon below them, or at least delay their problems, but he was rapidly losing hope. They were moving too fast and this hunk of junk wasn't responding and he wasn't as good at this as he used to be.
"Sabine," he growled into the comlink on his wrist. "What's taking you so long back there?" An alarm on the control panel began to wail, and he muttered I know, I know, under his breath. He reached across the panel with his fingertips and the Force, searching for a dial that would eliminate the screech, or at least turn it down.
But nothing presented itself, and he found himself wishing for Chopper. He'd take the obnoxious complaining and whirring if it meant stabilizing this ship without crashing. Another alarm began to sound and Kanan cursed quietly under his breath.
"The circut's fried," Sabine said, startling the Jedi by appearing at his side a moment later. He had been too absorbed in the noise and the controls of the ship to note her approach. She slid into the seat next to him and assessed the situation on the dashboard. "If I had Chopper, I could reroute it and-"
"So you can't fix it?" Kanan interrupted. He jerked the controls hard to the right, causing the ship to bank sharply. They slid across the seats, nearly hitting their heads, but then he righted the ship as he slammed the palm of his hand into another button. They were in the moon's atmosphere now. It was, according to their scanners, thin but breathable.
"Not mid-air." Sabine reached toward the control panel and hit a switch. The alarms' screeches died instantly. "I'll need some time to reassess and figure out what went wrong after we land."
Kanan shot her a look, and even with the visor that covered his eyes, she could tell it was a glare that rivaled ones she'd once gotten from her mother. "How did you-"
"Hera showed me." Then, "Kanan, look out!" she shouted as a large cropping of rock appeared in front of them.
Kanan banked hard to the left this time, the rocks just clipping the edge of the ship. For such a minor collision, it sure made a terrific noise. Both pilot and copilot winced in their seats, even as Kanan continued to punch at the buttons and switches and dials. It looked like he was attacking them at random, and he felt that soon he would be. There wasn't much more he could do.
The ship was rocking in the atmosphere and it was making Kanan sick to his stomach. He held the edge of his seat in a death grip with one hand, while the other tried to figure out the controls. He reached out with the Force, trying to guess at the best place to land, but it all looked icy and rocky and dangerous.
Sabine reached over and hit a switch, and the ship stabilized briefly. It wasn't enough to get them out of the woods; they were still heading nose first for solid rock. But it may have been enough to get the ship out of this mess in salvageable pieces. In one piece was just too much to ask for without Hera here.
"Do you want to take over?" Kanan asked, somewhat bitterly.
Sabine nearly shoved him out of the Pilot's seat, hands already attacking the controls at light speed. She muttered something to herself about missing Hera and Chopper, and Kanan couldn't help but agree.
Kanan collapsed back into his seat. Alarms wailed and were left ignored. Sabine focused hard on keeping the ship parallel with the ground. They were almost there. Kanan thought about how he should have spent more time listening to Hera teach him how to fly and less time with his lightsaber.
He sat up. "What do you see down there?" he asked.
"More than you," she muttered. Then, "Hang on!" as she slammed on the breaks and tipped the nose of the ship up and they hit the surface with an other-worldly crack and then everything went silent.
