'This was why our new goal was the technological and cultural core of the galaxy, Coruscant. We will have to use the Corellian Trade Spine hyperspace lane, then the Corellian Run to reach our goal as fast as possible. It's good that Hoth is already in the middle of these hyperspace lanes. The planet would be an ideal place for commerce only if its climate wasn't so harsh.'
"We are currently in the Anoat sector, droid remind me, how much time do we need to reach Coruscant?" — 'I asked curiously.'
"(Humorous, statement): We have to travel about eight and a half grid, considering that this is the Ebon Hawk, with a specially boosted and currently illegal hyperspace engine, we should be able to reach our goal in less than four days. With the galactic standard hyperspace drive, it would be five days and about twelve hours to reach the core."
"Did you say, currently illegal?" — 'That kind of worried me…'
"(Surprised, cynical): Correction, it was usually illegal, because of the eventual reactor overheating and risk of detonation. I assure you that if you change the case of the reactor core, and the cooling liquid, at least every half a year..."
'Listening to the droid, a bunch of memories jumped forth in my mind, they were triggered by the ongoing conversation.'
'I reflexively took over the conversation from the droid, finishing his words cheekily.'
"It is perfectly safe to use. I know HK... The only reason it is illegal is that the idiot slimy huts never even considered reading the potential safety hazards leading to a series of accidents all over the galactic hyper-lanes... The politicians, of course, never listened properly to a lowly engineer telling them the reason for the malfunction, banning the whole technology outright, deeming it too risky. Damned fools!"
"(Emotional, cynical): Masters' words, spoken with the mouth of a little meatbag. My circuits are overheating."
'I crossed my arms over my chest then said poutingly.'
"I have a name, you know?"
'The droid turned towards me. A few awkward seconds later it stated cryptically.'
"(Observation, re-evaluation, conclusion): Meatbag."
"I am going to rewire you, you stupid scrap aaaaaAAAHHH!"
'While I was distracted, the hangar door opened completely, the ship being done with its preparation. The droid decisively pulled a lever.'
'The afterburner activated and the ship burst out of the hangar, quickly accelerating towards the sky, while I got pressed into the navigator seat with feeling the quickly multiplying G-forces weighing on my whole body.'
"I am so going to rewire you if I survive this! DAMN YOU!!!"
"(Satisfied): Hearing the terrified squeaks and futile threats of meatbags always had a cooling effect on my circuits, such pleasure."
'Damn, this body... I am starting to get that tunnel vision. Am I going to faint now? Wait, thinking about it, there was no other individual in my memories that become a master of the order this young.'
'The youngest before me was at least twenty-two years old. Am I some unfortunate pioneer here? Stupid master, how am I supposed to fend for myself as a child? I can't even drink! They will throw me out of any cantina in case I showed up like this! No one would take me seriously; even this droid makes fun of me constantly! I am doomed!'
'… Wait… since… since when did I have a desire for alcohol? Is that also… '
'Pressed into the back of my seat, I felt dejected. The cruel reality sank to the bottom of my stomach. I was also just about to faint and throw up at the same time from the rapid acceleration.'
"(Observation, statement): We are entering the outer atmosphere."
'Following the droid's statement, the powerful pressure forcing me into the seat quickly began to let up. Allowing my body to finally relax.'
"(Scheming, statement) Entering hyperspace in three, two, one." — 'Stated the droid. I was too occupied at the moment with breathing, so I only caught the last part of his sentence.'
"Wait… What, ugh, are we already in space? What did you just say? NO! Don't you dare to pull that lever!"
The droid pulled the lever without care and the hyper acceleration began once again pressing the sole passenger into her seat.
An elongated scream and half a minute later, a certain young girl ended up jumping out of her seat and running off toward the toilet while covering her mouth with both hands.
Said girl at the time was thinking along the line of: 'I am gonna grind this jerk to metal dust and spread its ashes over the surface of Mustafar.'
Seemingly, a new vendetta was born that day.
Ten minutes later.
'After cleaning myself up, I felt humiliated and miserable. On top of that, my head started to hurt again.'
'I didn't want to see that cursed droid again, having nothing else to do. I walked back to my chosen room, sat down, and sulked for a while.'
'Minutes passed until I realized that my childish impulses took over again. So I forced my body to relax. All of those memories I gained finally started to calm down and sort themselves out. I knew that it inadvertently caused most of my current emotional turmoil. After all, I wasn't this emotional and spontaneous usually.'
'There were simply too many things going on, too many changes both inside and outside. It was impossible to keep up with them. As if someone swept my legs from under my body only to realize that I didn't hit the ground which I was standing on, instead fell into water.'