Stark built a sparrow. Speeder, everyone else calls it, but hey, tomayto tomahto. Aside from the glittery colorscheme, it wasn't a bad looking ride. The speedy kid wanted to race it, but Stark and I knew better than to just take it down a straight path with some hotshot who's fast on his feet. I'm no daredevil like Marcus Ren when it comes to sparrow racing, but I know my way around these things. So I thought.

Okay, I got cocky, but I don't think I can take all the blame and I don't think Stark's at fault either. Freak accident? Possibly. Maybe it was all the glitter. Hard to tell now. All happened too fast. Something sounded off. Sundance caught some weird power flux. Next thing I know, I'm hurtling towards one of the hangarbound ships, mashing the brakes like there's no tomorrow. The rough landing might've damaged them, I don't know. I remember the noise as I tried pulling her upwards in hopes it would shave off the speed. No dice.

Then suddenly I wasn't driving anymore because I wasn't on the speeder, but in the air with Tommy and we're still going too fast. He hits the floor first, I roll with him to weather us through the rest of it until we hit the wall. There was fire, a lot of yelling, some damage, some injuries. Could've been a lot worse. A lot of could'ves and what if's. Isn't that always the case?