Star Wars: Orange
Title: Fire
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Kyp
Prompt: Orange
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: Kyp's Stealth X catches fire.
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It was impossible. He was a Jedi. He wasn’t supposed to get shot down by some stupid lucky shot. He cursed as the ship’s power systems wavered and died. Banging his fist on the console brought them back to life, but only barely. An eerie orange glow flickered through the smoke that had begun filling the cockpit.
If that wasn’t bad enough, he was on fire too. Kyp pressed the fire-control button on the Stealth X’s console, and flinched away, shielding himself with his hands, as the cockpit erupted into sparks. When he opened his eyes again, the orange glow was brighter and accompanied by the smell of frying electricals. He banged his fist on the console again, and the whole system died with an ominous clunk.
The cockpit became suddenly silent except for the occasional crackle and sizzle of something burning. The orange glow continued to intensify as the temperature in the small space climbed higher. He considered banging on the controls one more time, but reconsidered. It hadn’t done any good so far.
Better get used to the idea of getting a little cold, chum, he thought to himself as he felt for the manual canopy release.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Kyp
Prompt: Orange
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: Kyp's Stealth X catches fire.
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It was impossible. He was a Jedi. He wasn’t supposed to get shot down by some stupid lucky shot. He cursed as the ship’s power systems wavered and died. Banging his fist on the console brought them back to life, but only barely. An eerie orange glow flickered through the smoke that had begun filling the cockpit.
If that wasn’t bad enough, he was on fire too. Kyp pressed the fire-control button on the Stealth X’s console, and flinched away, shielding himself with his hands, as the cockpit erupted into sparks. When he opened his eyes again, the orange glow was brighter and accompanied by the smell of frying electricals. He banged his fist on the console again, and the whole system died with an ominous clunk.
The cockpit became suddenly silent except for the occasional crackle and sizzle of something burning. The orange glow continued to intensify as the temperature in the small space climbed higher. He considered banging on the controls one more time, but reconsidered. It hadn’t done any good so far.
Better get used to the idea of getting a little cold, chum, he thought to himself as he felt for the manual canopy release.