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They had been flying through hyperspace for a while now, on their way back home from their secret mission in a remote part of the galaxy when something suddenly nudged the ship. It rattled, shook and then finally, got thrown out from the hyperspace lane completely.
The alarms going off, blasting loudly, red lights flashing on each and every board. The reason unknown, but they were falling, fast!
“We’re going down!”
“The question is, where!”
Hurling through space without any instrument readings, their location unknown.
“I can see a planet closing in, fast!”
The ship was decelerating, thankfully! And so, they landed with a thud. More like, crashed, but not as badly as originally feared, the team all intact and possibly, the ship having survived the uncontrolled landing as well.
The place? Somewhere else, as in not of their universe.
*
They had been there for a while now, after their crashing onto this planet.
Home, but not home. Coruscant by name, but really very different. As were they themselves too. Those others which were their counterparts nothing like them. But guess adapting was in their nature?
They had to right? As their ship was still beyond repair and perhaps decisions were to be made as to the future of the team having once been soldiers of another universe, fighting the wars and all…
“This place…. It feels so familiar yet something is so totally off.”
“Yeah. It’s home but not.”
“I have to admit, this all feels like our universe in so many ways I could really get used to. Perhaps loving it here as well. But there are things, which seem, well unusual.”
“Like the fact of our counterparts, them all being Chiss?”
“Yeah, that one. The blue skin tones were all fine and dandy, but guess it was the red eyes which kinda turned me off.”
“You know the Chiss are big, I mean overall big.”
“Well they were taller…”
“Not taking about the height, Stone.”
“Oh. Oh!”
“Yeah oh. Puts even our commandos at a shame. Trust me, I’ve seen a few, in the showers.”
“You two done yapping there?”
“Well, what else is there to do. We don’t exactly have the means to get back home either and there is really nothing to do here, but be. What we want to be. That’s… that is really odd if you ask me!”
“We could try to fix the ship and create anther hyperspace corridor.”
“Is it even possible with what we have?”
“And it sounds like a lot of hassle with lots of moving and breakable parts in that plan.”
“You sound like you wanna stay here.”
“Well… can you blame me? It’s peaceful here. We’re valued, as people here. So… there is that.”
“Yeah, but what is our purpose here?”
“Dunno.”
“Guess we need some plan?”
“What’s wrong with the getting back home plan?”
“Nuttin?”
“It’s a bad plan!”
“Well, you think of something then!”
“I’m trying.”
“Lemme know when your done thinking! Ima gonna take a nap.”
“You do that, a lot.”
“Well, like said, what else is there. It’s too, peaceful in here.”
“Yeah… it really is.”
*
Meeting ones other self from a parallel universe is never easy, despite being a clone and having gotten used to the same one face looking back at you wherever basically.
But this was different. These people, were different. The clones were different even if they shared the same designations, their adopted names.
True it was comfortable and free of war and strife. An easy life for the team to settle into, having already been welcomed to stay. A paradise it almost felt like. Too perfect perhaps?
As this, wasn’t home. Not as these the misplaced clones knew it to be.
“Thire, Thorn, you think you can talk to the technicians we met earlier, about fixing our ship?”
Fox as of sensing, or rather knowing how the others felt having made a choice. Sort of. Them pretty much having agreed on wanting to get back home. And so, pushing things forward.
“Yeah. We can do that. I mean, I think it can be done. Fixing the ship eventually with some effort.”
“Or we can at least try.”
Thorn and Thire fully onboard the plan.
Fox nodded the two leaving without further comments, eager to start the process.
“Stone, Hound, we three should make use of the astrometrics station and figure out the best course of action once we’re out there, in space.”
As this particular universe might not have been as advanced technology wise as their own had been, but they still had a lot of knowledge accumulated, star charts and such, and Fox was ready to put them into good use.
“Aye. Cap’n!”
As apparently, neither Stone nor Hound needed the convincing either.
*
It took some effort to get their ship and plan together. But in the end the team had managed to do it with a lot of help from their new friends.
And so, they were finally ready for their goodbyes and to take off, heading back to their own universe. Or die trying, which none of them wanted to do.
Getting into space was easy enough, but navigating to the correct hyperspace lane and replicating the incident which had thrown them to this, parallel universe was a whole other trial. And there really was no room for errors either.
And so, only hoping it would work, the we the ship entered hyperspace.
“Remember the order.”
“We do.”
“Good, now on three.”
Fox did the count down, the lever pulled and the ship started rotating like crazy. For a moment there, thinking they would sink right back to where they had started. Alas, they did not, rather remaining in space.
This time around, they did not crash but ended up hovering in space without any power.
“Dead in the water.”
“Well… we tried!”
They all looked beaten, feeling doomed even.
“Dying in space…”
And just as hope was about to fade:
“Corrie ship, do you need any assistance ?”
The familiar voice crackled over the comms.
They all exchanged glances, smiles then emerging.
“Yeah. Vod, we could sure use the assist!”
The Corries, had arrived home.