Narzen Posted December 10, 2018 Share Posted December 10, 2018 Space Thunk...thunk...thunk... Over and over again the dull sound of metal hitting glass sounded in the small cockpit of the jedi-starfighter. With each sudden slight energy surge in his system, Alem's joints froze and contracted like human muscles, forcing his entire body to suddenly twist and lean forward, smashing his head against the glass cockpit window. "Make a choice...make a choice...make a choice... Alem chanted outloud, unable to control his vocabulator anymore then he could control the stars. The Magnaguard's white photoreceptors flickered on and off, in vain attempts to manually shut himself down, but each time the command returned, rejecting his attempts at shutdown and forcing his vocabulator to chant that cursed saying. An eternity in the void alone. Thunk...thunk...thunk... The ship continued to drift in one direction, spinning slightly from the last time the engines were fired. A small radar on the side was propped out, both sending out a distress call as far as possible while in desperate hope that something might send a message back. The ship's fuel was nearing empty. In another 12 hours, Alem believed that the ship would die out, and all hope of being found at all would be lost. "Make a choice....make a choice... Still, maybe that would be better than to continue with this chant. Alem was able to think and process ideas thankfully, but unable to do much. So in a cruel sense, he was still sane. Why is this being done to me? Why did the master do this? Did he wish to make a point? Was it my ward's idea? Probability of...ERROR "MAKE A CHOICE!" Alem shouted as he violantly bashed his head into the glass once more. It figured. With this virus, he couldn't calculate the probability of solutions working, or why some actions had taken place in the past. Odd. Why would he do this? Or maybe its something else. Unable to calculate possibility so I have to randomly guess for now. The force? Space madness? Ancient organic deity? Maybe a combination of these options? Maybe Alem's owner knew something his droid did not. Perhaps Alem was part of something bigger like the force...but something more personal? The silence inside the ship was suddenly broken. Over the intercom of the ship, a transmission, perfectly clean and with no static, the long set of beeping and whistling of binary emerged. This language of droids was understood by the old Magnaguard, but the meaning befuddled him. Be...free? Coordinates...but...who...Is something calling for...me? Probability is... ERROR! "MAKE A CHOICE!" Alem shouted as loud as his vocabulator would allow him. His joints seized up again. But this time, as he banged his head against the glass, Alem's large metal hands seized hold of the ship's controls. The engines fired up and the ship shot forward, toward that twinkling star where the message came from. 12 hours later: Mechis III's orbit The Jedi starfighter began to flicker, cough, and choked out as the planet's mechanized, smoky, surface came into a larger view. Alem banged at the controls. He wanted to cry out. He wanted to scream in desperation. Here, he had the hope of being saved now, at the finish line, all he could do was shout "MAKE A CHOICE! MAKE A CHOICE!" Silently, the Jedi starfinder's momentum drove it towards the planet, increasing as gravity began to take hold. Alem looked on, and silently hoped that perhaps that the source of the message would notice him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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