pov. Omega
My fingers flew over the buttons on the dashboard at the speed of light as I tried to prevent the Marauder's stabilizers from failing. Out of the corner of my eye I could see smoke coming from the engines, streaking across the sky like the tail of a comet. 

A gleaming white beamed out at me through the windshield in front of me. The entire moon was covered in snow and covered by rolling hills that developed into sharp-edged mountain ranges. I could see no sign of life anywhere. No animals. No grass or bushes. Not even the odd tree or fern. 

I hissed as another system failed and an electrical impulse ran through the control panel into my fingers. I shook my twitching fingers briefly and clenched them into a fist. Frustrated, I slammed my fist against the dashboard. "Come on, don't give up girl!" I murmured to the ship that had accompanied me for so many decades. The Marauder just had to hold out until we touched down on the surface. 

A jolt went through the entire ship. At the same time, a bang was heard. I grabbed hold of the controls and tried not to fall out of my chair when the ship began to list.
"Please tell me," Kix pulled the controls in the same direction as me to keep the ship level, "that wasn't one of the engines!"
I sucked in air through my teeth. "I could, but it would be a lie." We had just lost one of our engines and were plummeting towards the snowy surface like a bird with a broken wing. 

The underside of the Marauder began to glow. We had entered the moon's atmosphere. The air was being forced out of my lungs. The ground was getting closer and closer. "Hold on tight!" I shouted to Kix over the squeak of metal and the roar of our remaining engines.I didn't even bother extending the loader. It would just be torn off when we crashed and we would have something to repair. Just before we hit the ground, I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want to see my beloved ship being torn to pieces. 

A huge jolt went through my whole body. The sound of breaking rock and metal rang in my ears. I was thrown out of my seat and my shoulder hit something hard. I hit the ground with a groan and threw my hands over my head.As soon as I felt that the Marauder was no longer moving, I struggled to get to my knees. For a moment my gaze wandered around disorientated. Coughing, I wiped some blood from my nose. I shook my head a little to clear my vision. After a few seconds, I realized that I had been thrown against the New Republic crates when we crashed. 

"Kix!" I frantically let my gaze wander through the Marauder.I breathed a sigh of relief when I spotted him. He had been thrown across the cockpit by the impact and was just getting up again, a little dazed. He seemed to be fine so far; his armor had prevented any serious injuries. Unlike me. I could already feel the bruises on the parts of my body where I had hit the ground. "Are you OK?" I pushed myself up from the ground onto my feet, pushed myself off the boxes and staggered towards my co-pilot. 

Kix briefly ran his hand over his head as if to check it for injuries. "I think so." he mumbled. His gaze fell on my right shoulder. "It looks dislocated."
Annoyed, I looked down at my shoulder. The joint was sticking out of my body in an angular manner. When I tried to move my right arm, burning pain shot from my shoulder into my whole arm. "Damn!" I cursed through gritted teeth and held out my arm to Kix. "Could you...?"
With two big strides the paramedic was at my side, grabbed my arm with one hand and my shoulder with the other. "On three." 

I took a deep breath and nodded in agreement. The brown-haired man tightened his grip on my shoulder joint "One..." without any warning he yanked my arm back. The dislocated joint jumped back into place with a crash.For a moment I saw stars and lost my bearings. I heard myself screaming. As soon as my vision cleared again I glared at Kix reproachfully "What happened to two and three?" with a face contorted in pain I clenched my hand into a fist over and over until the numb feeling in my fingers disappeared again. 

Kix grinned unimpressed "You're welcome." He folded his arms in front of his chest and let his gaze wander through the windshield to the surroundings. His brows furrowed and his grin crumbled as his gaze fell on the environmental sensor in front of him. The sensor seemed to be one of the few systems that was still working. "I can't see anything on the sensors within a hundred clicks." he zoomed out a little. A gaping void stretched across the screen. 

A shiver ran down my spine. We were stranded on an uninhabited moon. With no way to get spare parts. No long-distance communication. No way to reach our allies. For a moment I was silent and just stared out at the endless white in front of us. But then I resolutely put my hands on my hips and looked at Kix full of energy. "Let's see how bad the damage really is first." I still had a small hope that the damage to the Marauder wasn't as bad as I thought. With two quick steps I was at the error analysis monitor. I tapped around on the screen for a moment and scrolled down the long list of error messages. "That's bad." I muttered to myself. 

One of our engines was completely gone. The thrust was partially unusable. The electronics failed in almost all parts of the ship, which was probably due to the main power supply. Several holes were displayed in the outer wall on the hull and the stern. I rubbed the bridge of my nose "Do you want to hear the bad news first?" I looked up from the screen "or the really bad news?"

 Kix looked at me with his are you serious look and tilted his head slightly.
I sighed "Our rear engine is gone" mentally I was already going through my inventory list of spare parts on board "our thrust is at about 10%" I scrolled back to the very end of the list and just hoped that the error message would disappear. I bit my lower lip. Of course it hadn't disappeared. "The hyperdrive was hit hardest." I rubbed my eyes with two fingers. I would be able to get the engines and thrust working again to the point where we could barely make it back to D'Qar. Patching the holes in the outer hull wouldn't be that difficult either. But that wouldn't do us any good if we didn't have a ready-to-use hyperdrive. 

Kix had listened to me patiently and leaned against the wall next to him with his arms crossed. "Is there anything on this ship that isn't damaged?"
I snorted in amusement. "Well, the heating still works." I tried to lighten the mood a bit. I didn't really succeed. I straightened up again and grabbed my upper body armor, my leg guards and my helmet from the floor in one go. I put on my armor routinely. I deliberately left the bracers and shoulder plates on the shelf, they would only hinder me when repairing the Marauder.

Finally, I grabbed my tool belt, from which various tools were dangling, and strapped it around my waist. Determined to make my ship airworthy again, I grabbed a box and started collecting the spare parts in it. 

"But you can repair it, right?" Kix had followed me to the back of the Marauder. Without asking, he took the box from me and carried it after me while I ran from one corner of my home to the next, putting component after component into the box. I raised and lowered my shoulders helplessly. "I'm a pilot, Kix, not a magician." It would border on magic if I could get the hyperdrive working again with the resources I had. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kix hanging his head dejectedly. My gaze, hardened with concentration, softened a little. "But I still have a few tricks up my sleeve." I tried to make the situation look a little more positive than it was. It wasn't a complete lie either. Tech and Echo had shown me a few tricks that could be used to repair a ship without the necessary spare parts. My gaze wandered to the brown-haired man's fingers. They drummed an irregular rhythm against the walls of the box. I did the same when I was nervous. Kix had been stuck in a cryogenic chamber for over 60 years. He must have hated being stranded here. 

"Come on," I told Kix to follow me and activated the loading ramp, "let's look at the whole thing." I jumped down the steps with quick steps and landed right in front of the smoking hull of the Marauder. Sighing, I ran my hand along the scratched hull. "We'll fix you," I muttered and pulled my wrench from my belt. 

A crunching sound behind me made me look over my shoulder. Kix put the box of machine parts down in the ankle-deep snow. "Where do you want to start?" he rested his hands on the hips and looked at me questioningly.
I frowned, thinking, and threw him a soldering iron. "You start with the electronics." Over the last few months I had taught Kix as much as I could about spaceships. Not just how to fly them. But also how to repair them. Any pilot who was worth his salt was able to repair his ship. 

Kix nodded in agreement and disappeared back into the interior of the Marauder. I ducked my head a little and crawled under the rear part of the ship. First I would tackle the thrusters. Then the engine. I didn't even want to think about the hyperdrive. "One thing at a time." I muttered to myself as I loosened the first screw, opened the hull of the Marauder and began to plug the first of many leaks.