A.N; So here I go again, with the over-used theme of
girl-gets-stuck-in-Middle-earth. But I get bored, so let's see if I can
come up with a plot. No Mary-Sue-ishness, and I'll try to steer clear
of too much angst... oke? Oke.
summary; A foolhardy Padawan steals a ship when her mistress is
sent into battle, and in attempts to join the fray, she finds herself
in a star system that time forgot...
Leave it to her to get hit in just the right spot while trying to figure out the hyperdrive on the little star fighter she found in the hangar of the Jedi Temple. Because these ships were so small, the vessels had to hook up to an external hyperdrive and go from there.
Dozens of other ships piloted by Jedi and clones
alike raced past her as she was pummeled by blaster fire. What in the
hell was she doing? It seemed to just be a sudden fear of returning to
Coruscant with a battered ship, ready to face the punishment of her
mistress and Master Windu.
Adai Seth nervously fumbled with the controls in the
tiny cockpit, trying to figure out how to get away from the hectic
scene of the battle. She had only been among the fleet for maybe ten
minutes before enemy fighters found her. In a panic, she raced for one
of the external hyperdrives in attempts to escape.
Suddenly the hyperdrive powered up and she was moving a zillion miles an hour.
"Good thing I've got you, R4. You're probably my only hope in getting back," the Padawan mumbled, and was scornfully beeped at in reply.
Adai was busy trying to keep her hands from shaking,
and coming up with tactful ways to respond to the masters' angry
scolding and punishment for stealing a ship in store for her upon the
return, when suddenly her ship lurched and the stream of systems and
stars halted, revealing the familiar spheres of light.
The girl looked around through the thick glass of her cockpit, and suddenly her eyes grew frantic again.
"R4! Where are we?" she asked, looking around her
for any recognizable landmarks that would reveal her whereabouts.
The black-and-white-domed droid beeped again.
"Yes, I know I didn't give you any coordinates!
But... c'mon! Don't tell me we're headed for a completely arbitrary
point in space? The hyperdrive is broken, isn't it," the Padawan
snapped at the mechanical aide.
The droid made a noise that portrayed a programmed sense of fear and worry. Adai's stomach plummeted.
"How much power do we have left, R4."
Beep. The small screen in her cockpit suddenly
displayed all of her ship's vital signs: amount of fuel left, remaining
oxygen, parts damaged, external devices, etc.
"That's just enough to..." Adai glanced again at the planets around her, most of which looked uninhabitable.
But one small, single planet caught her eye below her coasting ship. Green was a good sign.
"There," she said, pointing. "I might have enough Credits for a tank of fuel, R4. I hope we can land and get off that rock in a few hours." She gulped. "We need to get back to Coruscant."
The droid beeped, and Adai took the controls again, this time with a destination in mind. She guided the little star fighter, now in considerable disrepair, towards the lonely planet, bearing only a single moon. She left the external hyperdrive within the orbit of the planet once they got closer, so she could take it on the return.
Adai looked at the green surface of the planet
again, it's two visible continents and vast oceans. This time worry
crawled back into her mind. "R4..." she said slowly, "What planet is
this?"
The droid tootled a bit.
"What do you mean," she said.
It seemed to whimper this time.
"What do you mean you don't know!" she shouted.
R4 screeched.
The young pilot suddenly felt nauseus as she drew in
closer to the planet's surface. She still saw only green, and blue, and
dots of white clouds. But there was no other choice: she had to land
here, or risk getting stranded in the middle of space. Her
communication system was dysfunctional from the damage done to the
ship, and her fuel was running low... she must have stolen a ship
already running on the dregs.
There seemed to be a stable atmosphere, she noted,
but it looked uninhabited. How long could she last? Twelve food
capsules would feed her for... yep, twelve days. And that's on sparse
rations.
Perhaps she could send out a distress signal, so
that any passerby would know she's stranded here? No... that entire
part of the ship was hit. No communication, expect between her, and her
little R4 unit.
"Looks like it's just me and you," she said as they began to enter the atmosphere.
The three minutes it took to get through the
atmosphere was smoother than she expected. But her mistress told her
that some were denser than others.
They shot down through the clouds, and a small red
light started flashing; their fuel was dangerously low. She wouldn't be
able to navigate while in the atmosphere to try and find civilization;
she had to settle for what was right in front of her: snow capped
mountains.
"Hang on R4..."
The mountains rushed up on them, and they were steeper than she expected. With a sudden acceleration, she dodged one of the peaks and without time to take evasive action, she plowed right into a massive snowbank.
Somewhere not too far away, in a peaceful little valley, a thunderous boom sounded in the distance...
TBC
So there you have it. The first chapter to my improvisational tale of this fabulously dreadful crossover.