Something seemed different to Kelviin about his surroundings. He was no longer surrounded by metal, or people, or anything besides sand, really. And the horrifying wreckage of what used to be a perfectly delightful ship. He couldn’t resist the urge to try and fix it, but his efforts might be better spent trying to find a new one.
[LOOKIT], he called out via his datapad, and his anxious courier droid flitted out from the wreckage.
“D-d-d-did you need any assistance, master?” asked the droid, before it glanced around and realized their predicament.
“MAKER HELP US, what happened?! Did we die? Is this death? Can droids die?!”
The droid began physically shaking and flitting about. After a few attempts, Kelviin was able to catch it and make some internal adjustments to the droid.
“Ah yes, we’ll be fine, no sense in panicking. What do we do first?”
[WE MAYBE NEEDS FIND SHIP. ARE YOU SEE SHIP PLS?]
“Of course!” replied the droid “Brilliant deduction, sir, I will return immediately!”
[NO IMMEDIATE, ARE FIND SHIP FIRST HOPEFULY]
“Right, immediately after- never mind!”

The ramshackle courier droid jetted off into the distance and disappeared. Then reappeared, and disappeared in the opposite direction.
Kelviin returned to the ship and began piecing scrap together. All the major components seemed intact or quickly recoverable, but the hull itself wasn’t going to hold together in outer space. This would have been so much easier if all he had to do was cross an ocean or something. He sat dejectedly on the scraps of metal and contemplated, when his droid returned, visibly panicked, and perforated with approximately as many blaster holes as possible without completely losing function.
“Sir! I have good news and bad news!”
But before the droid could continue, a chunk of ship debris landed on Kelviin’s head and he lost consciousness.

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Something seemed familiar to Kelviin about his surroundings. He was no longer surrounded by metal, or people, or anything besides sand, really. And the horrifying wreckage of what used to be a perfectly delightful ship. He couldn’t resist the urge to try and fix it, but his efforts might be better spent trying to find a new one.
[LOOKIT], he called out via his datapad, and the mostly perforated courier droid in front of him sprang to life.
“D-d-d-did you need any assistance, master?” asked the droid, before it glanced around and realized their predicament.
“MAKER HELP US, what happened?! Did we die? Is this death? Can droids die?!”
The droid began physically shaking and flitting about. After a few attempts, Kelviin was able to catch it and make some internal adjustments to the droid.
“Ah yes, we’ll be fine, no sense in panicking. What do we do first?”
[WE MAYBE NEEDS FIND SHIP. ARE YOU SEE SHIP PLS?]
“Of course!” replied the droid “Brilliant deduction, sir, I will return immediately!”
[NO IMMEDIATE, ARE FIND SHIP FIRST HOPEFULY]
“Right, immediately after- never mind!”

The ramshackle courier droid jetted off into the distance and disappeared. Then reappeared, and disappeared in the opposite direction.
Kelviin returned to the ship and began piecing scrap together. All the major components seemed intact or quickly recoverable, but the hull itself wasn’t going to hold together in outer space. This would have been so much easier if all he had to do was cross an ocean or something. He sat dejectedly on the scraps of metal and contemplated, when his droid returned, visibly panicked, and perforated with slightly more blaster holes than before.
“Sir! I have good news and bad news!”
But before the droid could continue, a chunk of ship debris landed on Kelviin’s head and he lost consciousness.

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Something about Kelviin's surroundings seemed to meet the word count minimum.