They were traveling, flying areas of space that Sarabeth hadn't been in for years. Not since….
Shaking her head to clear it she glanced at the steaming panel near the switch board. A sure danger sign. They might not be stay alive and flying much longer, so she started piloting a course to land safely.
Thrass must have felt the change for he came into the cockpit and sat in the seat next to her, "What is wrong?"
Nodding to the steaming panel, "The engine system needs a good overhaul. There's nothing I can do for them while we're flying." With the fact that she might not be able to fix them at all remained unspoken, but he understood.
Scanning the flight path with his glowing red eyes, "The ice world of Hoth is closer."
She made a choking noise which made him turn, "You may be able to survive the those temperatures but humans can't. And I still count as human." Looking back at the controls, "Besides we need a port in order to have a chance to continue. . ."
Whatever would have followed was cut off as the ship shook violently. It was as if the entire ship was going to come apart at the seams at any moment. Sarabeth turned her attention to fighting the controls to maintain some marginal control over their decent.
There was a shout of, "Hold on!" Then there was nothing.