Jet stood, his back cradled by the ship’s wall. The YG-4210’s engine compartment stretched around him—a cathedral of flickering lights and humming conduits. His boots clung to the durasteel floor, and he squinted at the hyperdrive motivator, its core pulsing like a distant quasar.

[color=ff0000][b]“Alright, old girl,”[/b][/color] Jet murmured, wiping sweat from his brow. [color=ff0000][b]“Let’s see what you’re hiding.”[/b][/color]

He reached for the datapad strapped to his thigh. The hyperdrive casing was scarred, as if etched with each jump. First, he checked the ion flow regulators. They were like stubborn droids—prone to tantrums. Jet took note of their alignment, whispering encouragement. Next, the plasma injectors. Carbon deposits clung to their nozzles, like barnacles on a forgotten asteroid.  Jet traced the power conduits, following their intricate dance. He would need to recalibrate the gravitic stabilizers. Finally, the backup class 12 hyperdrive—the ship’s safety net. Jet tapped its control panel, half expecting it to groan in protest. [color=ff0000][b]“You’re like an old spacer’s lucky charm,”[/b][/color] he chuckled shortly. As he tucked away his datapad, Jet stood still, listening. The YG-4210 hummed—a cosmic symphony of machinery, hope, and duct tape. The hyperdrive’s glow casting shadows on his grease-streaked face.

[color=ff0000][b]“'ight!”[/b][/color] he exclaimed, wiping his hands futilely on his trousers. With the grace of a seasoned pro, he climbed out of the engine bay, boots echoing on the durasteel floor plates. The ship’s curved corridors guided him toward the cockpit. As the doors slid open, he leaned against the frame, eyeing the newest ‘stowaway’ in the co-pilot seat. Wrench wouldn’t be pleased.

His gaze shifted to Fel, the ship’s pilot. His voice, a gravelly symphony, made the old metal groan slightly. [color=ff0000][b]“Power plant's lookin’ solid, but it’ll need a bit of TLC when we touch down,”[/b][/color] Jet drawled. [color=ff0000][b]“That last hyperspace leap knocked the motivator around, but it ain’t nothin’ I can’t fix. Soon as I’m done, I'll have it humming like the rest.”[/b][/color] He smirked.