Lord Callida's ship gives an alarming lurch. She looks up from her datapad, surprised. The ship lurches again, more forcefully. Callida decides that it's time to ask her pilot what the hell is going on.

"What's going on?" she asks, over comlink.

  "I don't know!" wails Lieutenant Deenia. "Hyperspace went strange and then spat us out and now we're about to hit atmo — busynowcan'ttalksorrybye!"

They're about to hit atmosphere? What? There aren't any planets on hyperspace routes, that's not how hyperspace routes work, they're specifically picked to avoid any planet's mass shadow—

—The ship gives another lurch, and then begins violently shuddering. Callida avoids a painful collision with her desk. Best not to worry about the how right now, they seem to be in a bit of an emergency. She braces herself between the edge of her desk and the wall, then reaches out with the Force. Oh. Oh that's alarming. They seem to be falling out of the sky like a — well, a stone would be having a better time of it. Her ship just got knocked out of hyperspace and is going quite a bit faster than a stone could manage even if it tried very hard and believed in herself. She's no pilot, but she's pretty sure that at this rate her ship's going to get incinerated and torn up in re-entry. It's even very much on fire. Somewhere, an alarm starts blaring.

"What do you need me to do?" hisses Callida into her comlink. Surely there's some way a Sith Lord can help with this problem. Deenia knows what she's capable of.

  "—Get the air out of my way, I can stop us from becoming paste but I can't fly charcoal!"

Oh, sure, and for an encore she'll just pick the entire bloody ship and fly off with it, won't she. No, no, wrong headspace, she's a Sith Lord, now is not the time for sassy remarks. If the air needs to be out of her way, then she will damn well get it out of her way. She growls and grits her teeth and keeps the ship from burning to a crisp by telling the air to go fuck itself. The air does what it's told. They do not burn to a crisp. They're still rocketing towards the ground at an alarming speed while more than a little bit on fire, but Deenia's pulling the ship up and Callida's keeping it from becoming charcoal, and soon enough they're rocketing parallel to the ground. For a second, Callida thinks that they might actually somehow avoid crashing at all—