Virgil sighed and threw his hair out of his eyes again. "Hey, Princey?!" He yelled up. "Ya still up there?"

"Hm?" Roman poked his head over the rim of the engine room roof. Was that even what it was? A roof? "Yeah, I'm here. What's going on?"

"Try the engine now?" Virgil said. "Don't actually lift up but just, like, try the throttle. If it don't work, tell me. Cause I think I got it."

Roman bounded up and Virgil heard his footsteps retreat, leaving Virgil alone. Alone with his thoughts. Which really wasn't where he needed to be right now.

What've you got against the Jedi?

That question kept floating back to him. Sure, he knew what he hated the Jedi for but why? Sure, they were pompous, self-absorbed, hypocritical pricks but that wasn't a reason to hate them so vehemently. Wasn't their fault Janus had... well, it really wasn't their fault. So why did Virgil blame them so much?

"Cause it's easy than blamin' myself." He thought. He jumped as the engine room juddered to life, the engines humming to life.

Virgil felt himself grin and lept up, grabbing the rim of the engine room roof. He struggled out and danced about in a circle.

"It works!" He yelled. "It damn works! Bam," he punched the air, "that's how ya damn do it!"

He jumped and sped off down the corridor, calling for Roman. "Princey! Hey, Princey! Get us off this planet!"

Virgil grabbed the doorway and swung himself into the pilot room. "Princey." He said again. "Hey, Roman!" Roman blinked and looked up at him. "Hey, ya good?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm good." Roman said quickly, nodding slightly. "Just thinking, that's all."

Virgil pointed at the control panel. "Fly now, think later." He said. "Come on, come on, let's go!"

Roman flew steadily, trying to ignore his invasive thoughts. How about, instead of thinking, he just focus on the space around him? Yeah, that could help. Just focus on the stars and planets and constellations all held up by some precarious force that could drop at any second and bring everything crashing down on the Kaboom Raa 16 and-

Okay, this wasn't helping!

"Hey, Virge?" Roman asked. Virgil looked up from his book.

"Hm?"

"Just wondering," Roman said slowly, "why The Osiris? It's an odd thing to name a ship after a God you don't believe in, isn't it?"

Virgil shrugged and pushed himself up, leaning back against the wall. "I dunno." He grinned a little. "I mean, Osiris was the E-75 God of death and resurrection, wasn't he?"

"Yeah, for some people." Roman said.

"Well, when I found this ship, she was broken down'and'basically dead." Virgil explained. "And now look at her. Flyin' like she was brand new yesterday. Well, almost." He laughed a little. "She were a hunk'o'junk when I found her. And now she's up in space, doin' what she was always meant to. Kinda like she was resurrected, right?"

Roman shrugged. "I suppose." He said.

"Anyway," Virgil said, "what were ya thinkin' about earlier? Or was that it?"

"No, no." Roman said. "I was just thinking... we've both lost someone, haven't we? To the Dark Side, I mean."

Virgil bristled slightly. "Yeah." He muttered. "What about it?"

"Well, I was just thinking..." Roman took a breath. "What if we got them back?"

"Got them back?" Virgil repeated. "How?"

Roman shrugged. "I don't know." He said, a little giddily. He always got giddy at the prospect of new adventure. "But it's been done before. Luke Skywalker got his dad back, why can't we get our friends back?"

"Bu'that's pretty dangerous, isn't it?" Virgil asked. Roman nodded. "And we don't know how to do it." Roman nodded again. "So we'd be goin' in blind." Roman nodded for a third time. "So it's basically a suicide mission, right?"

"Pretty much." Roman admitted. "But wouldn't it be fun?"

Virgil pondered it for a while. "Yeah." He said eventually. "It'd be really fun." He grinned a little. "It'd be the best fun I've had in a while."

*claps triumphantly*
THAT PLOT POINT IS FINALLY FINISHED!
Bye,
Blaize