Bucky
Lok squinted, a motion that creased the dried blood caked to his forehead. The waking world came forth in hazy waves of motion blur; just vast darkness flitted with dying suns and dying sons. The man reeled against dizzy wakefulness, ever thankful that he'd been sitting when he woke up. He blinked once and then twice before attempting to rise and survey the damage. Not much seemed to have changed since he passed out.. but that still wasn't a good thing.
The Blackeye's cockpit was a heap of torn, flaring wires and barely useable circuitry. The hiss of a loose gas hose drew his attention like a mining canary would. Outside of the cockpit was even more wreckage and refuse littered among the stars. Two husks that used to be Skipray blastboats gravitated just out of his peripheral. So close was it that he almost registered a frozen body floating through the void before Lok abruptly turned away.
"Stars above."
He coughed once more before leaning over the piloting controls. Some of the screens still glowed. Spurred by a new sense of mortality, Lok got to work. It took mere seconds to him to register that almost everything was down. The hyperdrive shaft was shot, the engines were wholly unresponsive, and multiple hull breach klaxons sounded when he tapped the next interface. Hell, that made a lot of sense.
The Blackeye had been cleaved in half. But wait, wasn't-
Lok whipped around to call out, "Lucky! You still with me?!" The following silence sounded anything but lucky. "Lucky!"
Half a minute passed before the astromech rolled into view. The beeps and bops of affirmation he squeaked out were hardly audible.
"How long was I out?"
Lucky's chortle was a whisper. Low power.
"Three hours?!" Desperate exasperation bled into his cry more than he would've liked. A furtive glance at the still-leaking gas hosing answered his follow up question. "...means I've got many another hour or so. Hop up here and see if you can't fix summa this. Seal blastdoors and whatever else you can. I need to grab a suit."
He was already moving past the nearly drained droid. "And send out an SOS- yes, to anyone."
The Blackeye's cockpit was a heap of torn, flaring wires and barely useable circuitry. The hiss of a loose gas hose drew his attention like a mining canary would. Outside of the cockpit was even more wreckage and refuse littered among the stars. Two husks that used to be Skipray blastboats gravitated just out of his peripheral. So close was it that he almost registered a frozen body floating through the void before Lok abruptly turned away.
"Stars above."
He coughed once more before leaning over the piloting controls. Some of the screens still glowed. Spurred by a new sense of mortality, Lok got to work. It took mere seconds to him to register that almost everything was down. The hyperdrive shaft was shot, the engines were wholly unresponsive, and multiple hull breach klaxons sounded when he tapped the next interface. Hell, that made a lot of sense.
The Blackeye had been cleaved in half. But wait, wasn't-
Lok whipped around to call out, "Lucky! You still with me?!" The following silence sounded anything but lucky. "Lucky!"
Half a minute passed before the astromech rolled into view. The beeps and bops of affirmation he squeaked out were hardly audible.
"How long was I out?"
Lucky's chortle was a whisper. Low power.
"Three hours?!" Desperate exasperation bled into his cry more than he would've liked. A furtive glance at the still-leaking gas hosing answered his follow up question. "...means I've got many another hour or so. Hop up here and see if you can't fix summa this. Seal blastdoors and whatever else you can. I need to grab a suit."
He was already moving past the nearly drained droid. "And send out an SOS- yes, to anyone."
