“Refueling stop on a satellite,” Obi-Wan called out. “There’s a huge spaceport there, plenty of landing platforms. Ten minutes away. Can the ship hold on for ten minutes?”
Siri gritted her teeth. “This ship is going to do what I tell it to do.”
Obi-Wan sat in the copilot seat, although there really wasn’t anything else he could do but watch Siri battle with the controls. Keeping the ship on course took tiny adjustments and a constant eye on the readout systems.
“Adi crash-landed on purpose,” Siri said. “But this is going to be different, Obi-Wan. I might not be able to control what happens once we land.”
He knew what she was telling him. They might not survive the crash.
“I understand,” he said. “I trust you.”
She shot him a quick look that was so full of courage he could only marvel at how strong she was.
“Coming up on the spaceport,” Obi-Wan said.
The spaceport was on the edge of a red nebulae. The color was deep and seemed to pulse. To Obi-Wan’s eyes, it seemed an impossible sight, a blooming flower in space. They would have to fly into the heart of its beauty.
“Here we go,” Siri muttered.
And then the spaceport loomed at them, coming impossibly fast.
“I can’t slow it down,” Siri said, panic in her voice.
At this speed, the craft would surely disintegrate on contact with the unforgiving ground. Obi-Wan no longer felt he was diving into a flower. All poetry left his soul, and he saw duracrete and metal, hard substances that would pulverize this ship like a plaything.
“Cut the power!” he shouted to Siri.
She looked at him wildly. “But I won’t have control - “
“They’ll be enough left in the hydraulics for a few seconds. It will be all over by then, anyway.”
She reached over and cut the power. The ship stopped careening but it was now in free fall, and they could just make out beings below running to safety. Obi-Wan saw one tall figure shaking his fist at them before racing to get out of the way.
“Here we go!” Siri screamed, using the manual controls to steer the ship away from the other cruisers and one large freighter. She had just enough power left in the hydraulics to aim the ship toward the empty section of the platform and pull it up so that it wouldn’t smash nose-first into the ground.
He had time for a flash of a look, that was all, and then the ship was down, starting to skid with a terrible jolt that sent metal screaming and smoke billowing. Obi-Wan felt his jaws snap together. His body lifted through the air. He grabbed at the edge of a console on the way down but his legs flew up again and his body slammed down, wrenching the console from his grasp. He hit the ceiling, then the floor. He had never felt so helpless. He didn’t know his limbs could move in so many directions at once. Pain rocketed through him. He could feel the ship sliding on its belly, scraping against the duracrete platform. He smelled fire.
Siri. Siri. Her name was like a drumbeat inside him. Through the smoke, through his own flailing limbs, he searched for her.
Jedi could make time slow down. Did that mean his death and hers would take forever?
He saw the glint of her hair through the smoke. She was slumped on the floor.
No!
He fought his way to her as the ship burned and slid. “Siri!”
He felt the pulse on her neck. It fluttered against his fingers.
He felt a surge of purpose. She was alive. He was alive. He would save them.
Somehow he managed to get out his lightsaber. With one arm around her, he dragged her across the floor of the cockpit. The ship was still skidding out of control across the ground, the friction heating the shell. The metal floor was already hot. Soon it would start to melt, to peel away. He willed his body. He reached out for the Force. This would take everything he had.
He half-crawled, half-slid across the floor. Siri began to stir. As soon as her eyes opened, she let him know by pushing him away. She never accepted help if she could do something herself. And she would will her body to obey.
He saw her wince as she reached for her lightsaber, but she joined him on the floor, crawling toward the wall of the spaceship. The ship was still out of control, but the crash had probably only been going on for three or four seconds.
He had time to do this. The ship would hold out. Obi-Wan activated his lightsaber and began to cut through the ship’s wall. Siri joined him, sweat streaking through the grime on her face. It was so unbearably hot.
Coughing, they buried their lightsabers in the hot metal and it peeled back. Obi-Wan caught a glimpse of rushing sky and then he pushed Siri out, balancing on the toes of his boots. She reached a hand down for him and hauled him out with her amazing strength.