#c3d2

A wholesome family tree :)

Note: Co-author is @itsdangeroustogoalonetakemyhand. A Star Trek/Star Wars crossover.

"Who are these people?!" Han Solo exclaims as numerous unknown weapons fire at the Millennium Falcon.

"It is impossible to discern as we are in a completely different galaxy," C-3PO responds. The Millennium Falcon rocks unstably as the crew scramble to keep the ship in flight.

"We’ve lost our weapons. And…" Chewbacca wails loudly in response to Solo’s observations. "Our engines are gone." Solo moves frantically over the controls. "Brace for impact," he orders, giving up. It’s by no means the first time he’s crashed his ship.

Both droids begin swearing in binary.

"That is not helping," Luke points out.

The ship begins to shake and vibrate with the rapid and turbulent descent. Threepio holds on tightly to his seat as they bounce up and down before eventually settling with an audible thump.

"Well, this is convenient!" Solo mumbles loudly.

"I’m sending out a distress signal," C-3PO announces as he clambers to the controls.

"Come on, Chewie. Let’s go and grab some tools. We have a job to do."

"Hello, hello, is anyone there? This is C-3PO aboard the Millennium Falcon. We seem to have crashed."

Solo mumbles, "no shit."

***

At the sound of Lieutenant Uhura’s voice, Commander Spock awakes from his reverie. "I'm receiving a distress signal from the planet Di'jOn - on the border of Federation space, Captain." The Lieutenant flicks a number of switches in haste before continuing. "The signal is unknown, I don't recognise the frequencies." Spock's attention moves from Nyota to the console before him when she says, "They appear to speak English, Captain."

Before the Captain has even opened his mouth to say, "Commander Spock, report," he has already begun analysing the data before him.

"Unknown species, Captain. Four humanoid life signs, two droid life signs. It is a habitable planet, Captain, but there appear to be no life signs other than those that are presently sending the distress signal. Further analysis must be conducted on the planet before I am able to ascertain any more information."

"Hail them, Uhura." The Captain's response is measured as he looks directly at the screen of the bridge. There is an underlying note of concern that crosses the bridge, though no-one seems outwardly strained.

"I'm hailing them, but they're not responding. Do you want me to try again?" The Captain nods.

Spock looks over his shoulder. "Captain." The man in question turns to him. "It is an unknown ship. The alloy appears to be unrecognisable by our database." Everyone knows the procedure and they become invested in their stations.

Spock watches as Uhura tries again, his job on hold until the machine is finished on its own. "Hello. I am Lieutenant Uhura of the starship Enterprise. We have received your distress signal. We come in peace. Please respond to our hails."

The furrow-browed communications officer glances at Captain Kirk. "Sir, I don’t think they know what a 'hail' is?"