You found it after some rooting, and then pulled it forward so that you could see it. Using a finger nail, you stripped the insulation off of it, hissing and shaking out your hand when you felt a shock rocket through you, up to your shoulder. Biting back the pain, you repeated the step with the main override exposing the two wires to your view. You then looked around for a wirecutter, ducking as another shot hit the ship. Behind you, the engine continued to roar into life. You glanced behind you as steam and electricity filled the air.
Running out of time, you pulled the Lieutenant bar off of your collar and used the sharp edges and the pressure from your hand to cut the wires, sighing as your rudimentary tool did the job. Finishing up and reconnecting the wires. You shut down the console and then reset it, turning back you pushed through the engine room.
Your eyes widened at the indicator before you blinking red. You had only a moment's notice before the crackling of electricity and the feeling of fire burned through your side. After a moment, it passed. Breathing heavily, you pushed through and climbed back up through the hatch to the main sitting area. The ramp had begun to close and all officers, bar the General had strapped into their seats. You then painfully climbed into the command deck, and in shock you saw the general finishing the preflight checks, the headset positioned on his forehead.
"Lieutenant (L/n)! Are you alright?" He asked, his eyes drifting to the blackened portion of your uniform shirt that had been exposed during the electrocution in the engine. Your hand drifted to the spot and came away covered in blood. You hid this from sight, sliding into the co-pilot seat and placing your own headset on your ears. You could tell that Hux wanted to question you, but another shot rocked the ship and he clenched his jaw. This was an argument for later. Right now, you needed to get the hell off this planet, and back into range of the Ventral Cannons on the Finalizer .
Foregoing all preamble, Hux pushed the thrusters forward and the ship began to lift. You flicked more switches, extending the wings of the shuttle on Hux's command, and then groaned in pain as the ship slammed forward rocketing out of orbit and into space.
"Prepare to jump to Lightspeed." Hux ordered, his hands flying over the controls before him. The same controls you were used to in a Tie-Fighter faced you, and you easily focused on the task before you, ignoring the pain in your side for the time being.
The X-wings behind you continued to fire, but without the weapons system, you couldn't see where they were. The button before you lit up, indicating light speed was prepared. You trusted that Hux had already implemented the coordinates of the flagship and turned to him, hand hovering over it. "Light Speed ready Sir." You coughed out, the pain radiating each breath multiplied tenfold when you spoke. Hux gave the command and you slammed the switch, watching as stars became streaks of light. You both then relaxed, and let out a breath of relief.
"Nice work, Lieutenant." General Hux commended as he slipped his headset off and set it on the controls. You nodded to him, wincing as the adrenaline in your bloodstream started to wear off and pain engulfed your vision. You lifted your left hand, pulling off the headset and carelessly tossing it to the ground as you made to stand.
Before you could get your legs under you, they gave out and you collapsed to the floor at Hux's feet. "(L/n)? (L/n), are you alright?" Hux quickly dropped to your side, his hand lifting up your face. He nearly recoiled at the clammy and cold texture that met his fingers. He cursed, turning you over onto your back, pulling away the torched coat of your uniform to reveal the wound on your side. He again cursed, his eyes scanning you for further injuries as you stared up at him with glassy eyes. He paid you no mind, instead he set to work on patching the bleeding wound.
Hux's hand moved to the zipper of your coat, wrenching it down and pulling the arm on your non-injured side out of the sleeve, then opened the jacket and carefully pulled it away from your injured side, slipping the arm out and laying it carefully on the floor. Hux then used the jacket to pillow your head. You nearly protested, wanting to complain that you were cold, but you found that your tongue was heavy in your mouth.
Chapter 3
Magsimula sa umpisa
