Star Wars Chronicles

[Frisk E. Coyote]

After what seemed like the fiftieth failure to levitate something smaller than a lightsaber without crushing it, Jeran ultimately gave up.

"Stay calm, Master." ALIAS pat Jeran's back. "Do you want me to do that funny dance that makes you laugh?"

"Haha, no, no, that's alright ALIAS... I'm calm." Jeran chuckled as he headed to his small ship that the Jedi Council had provided him with.

ALIAS followed right beside his maker. "I've already locked on to the Scimitar. It seems damaged, and not operational." It informed Jeran. "I'm inputting coordinates."

"What would I do without you?" Jeran laughed, praising his droid. "Alright ALIAS?" He asked, flipping switches on as his ship took flight. "We're hunting for different prey now. You know how to deal with Sith?"

"I always have!" ALIAS rebutted, pretending to sound offended as it reverted to its Droid-like appearance. "Honestly, its like we didn't grow up together!"