Delusions of Grandeur

Luck it would seem is not with me. As I hit the wormhole, something happened. Everything in the ship went nuts. I don’t remember that happing when Vader had brought us through before. Traveling though a wormhole is like light speed you can feel and see. There are no gravity stabilizers. That I was expecting, but the force in which it sucked me through…

I knew I was trouble.

The time between when I went through the hole and when the fighter crashed, I can’t remember any of it. All I remember is waking with a mouth of sand, feeling hot, and not a hundred percent myself. I was outside the ship and the ship itself was smoking. I rolled over only to be blindsided by the sun.

“Ohhh,” I moaned covering my head and eyes.

There was a sniffle off feet. “You ok, lady?” a little voice asked.

I peeked. Two little feet were next to my head. “No, I’m not.”

“Your ship is wizard! I’ve never seen one like it before!” the little male voice told me, all excited.

“Hmmmm.”

“You took a good pop. Your head has a lump.”

“Move to the left and block the sun, it’s killing me,” I said.

He did and leaned over me. “You going to live?”

His face came into plain view. My eyes went wide. I gasped and jumped up, only to crack my head on the wing of the fighter. I fell over like a bag of rocks.

I blacked out.