Stephen met Christopher at the small house he had taken residence in. The place was a little cramped, but that was to be expected with everything the ITs crammed in there. Weapons, gadgets, and other such items laying in an unorganized mess. Christopher was working at a small desk when he came in, working on a small watch with magnifying lenses over his eyes and delicate tools in his hands.
Stephen gave a small cough and Christopher looked up from his work with a frown. "It's about time you got here, I've been waiting."
Stephen shrugged. He didn't have much to say, and the Christopher's large body and buzz cut didn't exactly make him look that friendly. "I was caught up."
"Right well, I've got news for you, you're going to another universe." Catching Stephen's shocked expression, he added, "Only temporarily. I've heard that they need some help in the Star Wars universe, and you're the only person I can spare."
Stephen nodded. "So, when do I begin?"
"Now."
*****
Stephen stared at the controls of the small ship he was piloting in utter dismay. He has no idea how to control the thing, and having to look at monitors to see where he was didn't help much either. Not that it would have helped him much anyways, seeing as there isn't much to look at in space anyways.
Luckily, Christopher had given him a pilot manual. On the front it said Space Flight for Dummies. Stephen smiled a bit at the humor but worried at the size of it. It wasn't even large enough to be a children's book, let alone a manual.
Opening it up, Stephen saw only one thing, a control panel and some sort of joystick like thing. Following the instructions he pressed a button, heard the engines start up, and grabbed hold of the control stick. There, this isn't that hard!
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