Second chapter is up. As always, read and review. Seriously.

Disclaimer: Did I put this in first chapter? I'll assume not. I do not own Star Wars.

And for the record, I threw Luke in because…hell, I wanted it to appear more…Star Warsy. It didn't work. So, screw that idea. Luke's out of the picture. I'll have the revised chapter up later (I probably won't, because procrastination is a b****), but in the meanwhile…here's the second.

"Are we there yet?"

Strel turned from the navicomputer and stared at his brother, Arias, with an exhausted look on his face. "We've been at this for months! We're almost in a new galaxy! What, did you think we'd just be there in time for breakfast? Even at lightspeed, this is going to take a while!"

Arias stood up. "Fine then. I'm getting something to eat, now that you mentioned food." And with that, he walked out of the cockpit.

Strel swiveled back to face the computer, trying to ignore the footsteps that he heard. If Arias says anything else I am gonna punch him in th-

"How're we doing?" came a female voice from the entrance.

Doing a double-take, Strel turned yet again to face Kira, who was resting against the wall.

"We're…uh, doing…fine. We should be leaving this galaxy within the next few hours." Strel rotated his chair to its original position. "I have no idea what this is going to be like, so you should prepare for the worst."

"Wait a minute…" Kira said. "How do you even determine the borders of a galaxy? It's just…space."

"I don't know. I guess we just go until we see a planet we don't recognize. I did my history. We'll be fine."

Kira shook her head. "I guess so. Still, it's strange. It's almost like we're in some story, and the writer is just killing time until the good part comes along."

Strel chuckled softly. "Yeah. Sure. What're the odds of that? And besides, if we were in a story, then shortly after this conversation our ship would have problems so that there'd be something more interesting than many months of sitting on a ship with nothing to do besides write about romantic tensions in the air!"

"Romantic tensions?" Kira lifted an eyebrow.

Oh, damn. Did I just say romantic tensions? "I mean…um…"

All of a sudden the ship shook violently, throwing Kira and Strel around the cockpit.

"What the hell is going on? Exiting hyperspace…" Strel got up shakily and hit a switch and watched out the observation window as a blue and green planet materialized below.

Arias sprinted into the cockpit. "I don't know how the hell this happened, but we hit a meteor at lightspeed!"

Strel and Kira gaped at him. Then Kira shook her head.

"How the hell are we not dead if we hit in while we were in blazing hyperspace?"

Arias looked out towards the right wing, or what used to be a wing. "It looks like we…just grazed it. Still, that did lots of damage. We can't go any further!"

"Dammit! Fine, then. Kira, Arias, you know about the emergency systems on this ship, go activate them! Then get a rebreather mask and get to a shielded area! We're crash landing!"

Kira looked at Strel. "What'd I say about the bad story theory?"

"NO TIME! GO!" Strel cried as he sat down and started to fly through the thin grey fog that was obscuring his vision. He grabbed a mask from a compartment above and focused on the task before him.

Let's do this.

Breathe in. Blink. Breathe out. Blink. Breathe in. Bli-wait!

Strel opened his eyes to find himself staring at a blue expanse before him. He tried to summon the will to move his arm, but failed. Pain shot through his body and made him gasp in agony. Damn, I think it's broken. With all of the strength he possessed, he called out faintly to his companions. "Kira…Arias…" then surrendered himself to darkness.

"Oh, Christ, he's up?"

He opened his eyes and found himself looking at what appeared to be a flat ceiling or wall the color of rusted durasteel. The first thing he noticed after that was that the pain in his arm had lessened since his last visit to consciousness.

"Who?..."

"Let me give you something…there we go!" a voice exclaimed as a sharp object briefly punctured Strel's skin. Almost immediately the rest of the pain went away. Strel sat up quickly, wincing as a headache made itself present in his mind. He turned gingerly towards where the voice had come from. What looked like a human male, roughly forty standard years old, sat down in a wooden chair across the room.

"There you are! I've been wondering when you'd lift your head again. To be honest, I thought you were dead for sure. Whatever it is, it's good to see you up, stranger."

"You…speak my language? What are you?" Strel asked weakly, still not used to these strange circumstances.

The figure laughed heartily. "Where did you come from, a different galaxy? Yes, I speak you're language, because I'm a human, like I hope you are!"

"So…humans live on this world, too?"

The man stared quizzically at Strel. "Yeah…of course. That fall you took must have done some memory damage, too. You've been out for weeks; I thought stuff like that would come back, but then again, you took a bad fall. At least you didn't get disabled in any way."

Humans on this world that speak the language I do. How convienient. Maybe Kira knew what she was talki- "Kira!" Strel stood up quickly and nearly fell as his legs about gave way.

"You mean your lady friend? Don't worry. She'll be fine. She's in the next room. She took a lot more damage than you in the fall, but she's a survivor, that one. My wife's tending to her now. I'm surprised either of you are alive considering the burning wreckage I had to pull you from."

Strel stared at him. "Uh…thanks, I guess. Where's Arias?"

"Who?"

"There was another man on the ship. He's my brother."

The man shook his head. "Sorry, buddy, but I didn't find anyone else there with you."

Strel rubbed his eyes. I land on a new planet and it greets me by killing my brother. Sorry for doing this to do, Arias. Strel allowed himself a moment of grief, then focused again on his surroundings.

"Oh, never got a chance to introduce myself. The name's Kyle Kristoph, and my wife is Jenna. You are?..."

"Strel Harth."

Kyle nodded. "Pleased to meet you. Now…if I may ask a few questions?,,,"

Strel cautiously nodded as well. "Sure."

Kyle asked, "What exactly were you doing in that deathtrap of a flying thing, and what is it? Where are you from?"

"Well…I constructed a starship that could take me across galaxies, which it seems to have succeeded in doing, and I had to crash land on this planet. Speaking of which…where are we?"

Kyle guffawed madly. "I see, I see. I know sarcasm when I see it. No questions for now. Although you dress and act strangely enough to be from another planet. As for where we are…well, bud, have you heard of New York City?"

A tall, attractive woman entered the room, looked at Strel, and smiled. "Hey, there, finally up? Good to hear. I'm Jenna. I felt I should tell you that girl in there is ready for a visitor. I'm guessing your name is Strel, because she's been mentioning him for a long while. Girlfriend?"

Strel smiled sheepishly. I wish. "I'll go see her." With that said, he slowly and carefully entered the next room. Kira was resting on a thin white cot. She looked up at him and smiled weakly. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead. Good to see you."

With a nervous smile, Strel pulled up a chair and sat down next to the bed. "How are you?"

"Well, my head and legs hurt like hell, but I can walk without screaming in pain, so I guess that's a step. Where did we land?"

"It's called New York City. I'm guessing it's like Coruscant, being a city that stretches across the entire planet, from what I can see from the window. Shouldn't have too much difficulty adjusting."

Kira shifted to a more comfortable position. "Well, tomorrow we should scout out the nearby area. Where is Arias?"

Strel looked down with a melancholy look on his face. "He's dead. Kyle didn't see him at the ship."

Kira's face took on a sad look, and she reached for Strel's hand. "I'm sorry, Strel." He looked up and smiled sadly but gratefully. "Well, we're here, so we should make plans to head out. Arias would have been the first out the door. It's a small mercy the planet is hospitable. Does that sound like a plan?"

"Yeah."

Strel stood up. "Alright. I'll come visit you again later. Right now I need to sleep again. My head feels like it's been ripped in half at the moment."

Kira smiled and nodded. "Will do. See you then."

Strel turned and walked out of the room. He laid on his cot and closed his eyes. The last thought he had before sleep took him was, I could be in a worse spot.