A Life Without Meaning

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 (𝕀)

The entire ship rattled dangerously as the Mandalorian careened the Crest violently through space. A bounty hunter had been on their tail for the past thirty minutes or so, somehow catching up with them after they had dipped out of hyperspace for a fuel up. The opposing ship's guns unloaded towards the Crest, and Ellia held on tightly to the side of her seat, the child strapped in the one opposite her.

A shot hit off the rear deflectors, and the ship jolted harshly, other red bolts of energy streaking past the windows of the cockpit.

But the Mandalorian at the controls was still with concentration,

"Hand over the Child, Mando." a voice came over the comms threateningly.

They were hit again, this one harsher than the first. Ellia could see sparks exploding outside the window and suddenly their systems were overloaded. She stole a glance at the console, noting that the right engine was the one that had gotten hit.

"I might let you live" the voice of the bounty hunter came again.

The Mandalorian's helmet looked from side to side as he tried to do a thousand things at once. Another big hit caused the alarms inside to begin blaring. The child squealed loudly over the noise, and Ellia looked over at him worriedly.

The left engine suffered a blow, but just as quickly the Mandalorians' hands frantically worked across the console, flipping some switches and dousing the fire damage at least enough to where it wouldn't compromise their flight.

He then violently pulled on the main throttles,

"Hold on!" he ordered his companions sharply. Ellia barely had time to react before he rolled the entire ship to the right, a small yelp escaping her lips as they were briefly suspended upside down.

The moment the ship was righted, the Mandalorian dipped them down into a sharp bank, but the hunter was still following them, only fooled for a second by the beskar-warrior's fancy flying.

"Come on!" the Mandalorian growled angrily, gripping tightly onto the controls.

"I can bring you in warm...or I can bring you in cold." the hunter mocked them over the comms once more.

On a dime, the Mandalorian pulled on the brakes hard. Ellia again jolted in her seat, as the g-force sent her slamming against the back of it.

The Crest suspended in dead space for a moment, and she watched as the bounty hunters ship shot over them, grazing across the roof, stripping some panels off of the top of the engines.

Eyes flickering back towards the weapons console at the front, Ellia watched as the guns locked onto their target, the ship that was now conveniently placed right in front of them.

As the system beeped in affirmation, the Mandalorian grabbed the trigger.

"That's my line" he muttered angrily.

Then with a simple two-shot forward, the hunters ship exploded into a million different colors that eventually dissipated out into space. The Razorcrest now free to float forward without worry.

But while the danger outside was gone, inside the cockpit there was still a fair amount of chaos. Alarms were still blaring everywhere, control panels sparking with electrical overloads.

Ellia quickly un-strapped herself from her seat, scrambling over to see if there was anything that she could solve right then and there. She grunted, prying open an electrical panel on the wall, waving away a stream of smoke that shot back into her face before shoving her hands inside to try and sort out the overwhelmed mess.