Here, the Doctor knew exactly what to do. He started to tear off a few metal plates, used his sonic screwdriver where necessary, and every now and then gave orders to us. Sometimes we just had to hold a few wires for him, other times we had to type in certain sequences (which sounded like gibberish, but I assumed the Doctor knew what he was doing).

After some time, Darth Vader himself appeared before us: "Doctor, there's a problem."

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"The Storm Troopers have surrounded the Jedi." he explained, "But while they're not doing anything, the Jedi are destroying them all."

"I should have known." Luke said, "You told me I didn't teach them any patience. So now they're defending themselves while they're not even being attacked."

"Who told them they were strong enough to fight again?" the Doctor questioned, while looking at me angrily.

"How was I supposed to know?" I asked him.

"Uncle Luke?" Maen addressed him, but I heard no reply.
As I looked at Luke, I saw him standing still, with his eyes closed, suddenly shifting his head. Once he was done shifting, he spoke: "I can't get through to them. They're not listening."

"Blame me for that one as well." I said, dryly.

"No, you're not at fault for their character." the Doctor assured me.

"Oh. So you do have some confidence in me." I said.

"Yes. I do." the Doctor said, as he patted my shoulder.

"Er... am I supposed to like the sound of that?" I asked.

"You managed to convince them to fight." he said, "Now you'll have to convince them otherwise."

"What?!" I couldn't believe it, "What make you think..."

"Do you want the universe to end?" the Doctor asked.

I knew he meant "the universe to change", but this wasn't a time to nit-pick about the details: "No..."

"Then you have no other choice." he said.

And indeed I didn't. Along with Maen, I ran back to her ship, with which we set off to return to that planet. Along the way, we saw smaller ships flying out of the larger ones we had passed by earlier, fighting other ships, which seemed to originate from that planet. I could only assume that since all these Jedi had to come to this planet to hide, they must still have had their own ships at their disposal, so of course they'd use it to defend themselves. Unfortunately, this didn't make our job any easier.

"3PO, stay at the controls!" Maen barked her order, "And you (pointed at me) better come with me!"

"What can I do?" I questioned.

She grabbed my arm: "Just follow me."

She dragged me to a large cannon of some sort, where she pushed to sit down: "The controls are easy, just grabs this wheel and push the buttons."

"Who am I supposed to shoot?" I ask.

"No one!" she replied, "Just shoot in the Jedi's direction, but not hit them. Scare them away."

I thought this should be easy, as I always miss everything in shoot-em up games. But then I realized this may be harder than I thought. If I keep missing while intentionally trying to hit something, could I hit something while intentionally trying to miss? Also, this wasn't a computer game, so somebody's live actually depended on me missing. After everything I had already gone through with the Doctor so far, you'd think I'd have learned to handle pressure better. Apparently I hadn't. Against better judgment, I grabbed the controls and started shooting.

After firing a few shots, I heard C3PO shout: "Master Maen! I am receiving a call!"

"What is it?" she asked.

"They are wondering why you are firing at your own people." he replied.

I nearly thought she'd say something along the lines of "it's for your own good", but even though I'm in it with her, I'm not entirely sure I'd believe her.

"They are saying that they will shoot if you do not answer soon." C3PO added.

"Tell them they can bite us!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, master." C3PO replied.

"Bite us?" Maen questioned.

Since Maen didn't know that phrase, I could only assume that those Jedi didn't either: "Just something to keep their minds occupied."

Maen grinned: "I might begin to like you."

"Don't let that occupy your mind!" I pointed to something in front of her.

With this, we were back on the battlefield, mentally speaking.