D'Tan x Reader
(Snowed In Shuttlecraft)
Part One
Frantic alarms blasted on virtually every system available to you, your ears ringing from the blaring klaxon of the ship going into Red-alert. The bulkheads surrounding you reverberated as you were assaulted by wave after wave of plasma beam fire.
“Shields are holding,” you reported aloud, noting one of your would-be assassin’s port nacelle billowing a thick, black smog.
“Barely,” your passenger mused as he hurriedly redirected auxiliary power to the shuttle's battered shields, “another blow like that and we might not survive long enough to get off-world.”
You bit back the urge to send a look his way; giving glares to a diplomat wasn't exactly praise-worthy behavior, especially not to this particular one.
Blasts to the starboard side jostled the entire shuttle, which deterred you from inputting commands as quickly as you wanted. “We’re not gaining any ground.” You growled out through gritted teeth. “I'm switching to attack pattern beta. If I can just–”
Sparks flew, and the world spun out in a whirlwind as the small Tiercel-class began to plummet to the rocky surface below. Static filled the viewscreen far too long for your comfort before you could compensate for the atmospheric interference.
“Why did it have to be T’Varo warbirds,” you sneered to yourself, “they could've played fair this once, but no, no they had to use T’Varo warbirds.” You braced as you felt the shuttlecraft fight your every attempt at correcting course, frustration and stress building as you received yet another proximity alert.
“Look’s like they've brought new friends,” you remarked stiffly, “I hope they don't get disappointed when they realize we're not dead.”
D’Tan gave you a fleeting glance, his expression taut while he moved to try and fix the viewscreen. Perhaps cynicism wasn't the best attitude to have in this situation. “We’re going to have to make due with long-range sensors for now,” he huffed, “we’re flying blind.”
“Wonderful.” You growled out as you were alerted to a volley of plasma fire headed your way. At this point, the holographic diagram from D’Tan’s continued sensor sweep, and your quick responses to his warnings, were the only things keeping you both alive.
“They're trying to corner us.” D’Tan pointed out.
“Is there any way we can cloak at this distance?”
“No, Captain. We aren't far enough for a successful cloak; we would be defenseless.”
You furrowed your brows, your expression knit into a look of irritation. You were fighting a losing battle and you knew it. If you couldn't find a place to duck into immediately, the only traces left of you and your shuttle would be burning debris on a P-class moon.
“Captain,” the proconsul turned towards you, “I'm picking up a cave formation on the surface below. Long-range sensors indicate it's large enough for a shuttle this size.”
“Why do I feel like there's bad news you haven't gotten to yet?”
You saw him shrink back a bit before he answered. “Well, there is also an ion storm forming in that same area. Which means we can either deal with the immediate threat of the Tal’Shiar pursuing us, or we head into an ion storm that is potentially just as deadly.”
Neither of those options were appealing to you in the slightest, but they were the only options you had at your disposal. Communication with your ship was cut off long before the skirmish you had gotten into began, so sending a distress signal would be impossible, especially through the moon’s dense atmosphere. On the other hand, any attempt to retaliate against your attackers would no doubt end up in your untimely deaths.
You were cornered.
“You always seem to get me into the most exciting situations, captain. It’s a shame we’ll have to miss the summit.” D’Tan quipped. A small smile was on his face, though you assumed that was forced, given your current position.
You pursed your lips. Was he joking right now? He was– unfortunately–correct. You did seemingly get him into the most dangerous circumstances possible. Thinking about how many times he almost got killed due to merely being near you made you grimace despite yourself.
“We’ll have to deal with the cave for now.” You remarked while piloting the craft through extensive, threatening gray clouds. “I highly doubt they'll follow us, and the interference from the density of ions alone will block their sensors.”
“While that is true, it will also block our any attempt to scan the near vicinity,” D’Tan warned. “They can't see us, we can't see them.”
You nodded, knowing full well that you could be going into something you might not come back out of. “Entering the lower atmosphere now. I'm getting heavy resistance from the helm, but we’ll be passing into the cave shortly.”
“I’ll start with repairs then,” D’Tan stood from his seat beside you, “we’ll need to be in good working order if we’re going to even try getting off this moon.”
You quirked a brow. “Sir, with all due respect, I'm fully capable of beginning the repairs on my own once we've landed.”
All you got in return was an unamused huff. That caused you risk a glance behind you momentarily, only for you to be met with the sight of deck plating already being pushed aside and tools being utilized. He didn't lie when he said he was going to do something, even if you objected to it. “Sir–”
“You just focus on piloting, captain. I'll focus on keeping every other system we have online from failing.” He waved at you dismissively.
You mulled over that for a while as you compiled. Being stranded together was going to be a long ordeal for both of you.
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