Please choose your class.
The words hovered in a bluish panel right in front of my eyes. I tried to look above them, but they adjusted instantly, tracking my gaze like they were glued to my vision.
Despite how weird that was, I didn't give a fuck about the panel.
It was nothing compared to what I was actually staring at.
"What the fuck?!"
I screamed, trying to get up, but something yanked me back into place.
That was when I realized it.
I was strapped into what looked like a… no, scratch that.
Not a plane.
A starship.
"What the crap…"
I doubted myself for a second, but the evidence was too obvious to ignore. This wasn't some ordinary aircraft.
This was a fucking starship.
And yeah, I would know.
Just yesterday, I'd crashed out after pulling an all-nighter trying to beat a nightmare-level stage in the latest Star Wars game I'd been playing. This… this looked exactly like one of the ships from that game.
"on God… I've gone nuts."
That had to be it. What the hell was I doing inside a starship? This had to be one hell of a hallucination.
Please select your class.
The words snapped back into focus, blocking my view of the viewport.
"Get the fuck away from me."
I started slapping at the panel, but my hands passed straight through it. The words didn't even flicker.
They just stayed there.
Stubborn.
Unmoving.
With a rising sense of frustration, I finally glared at it.
Please select your class.
Below the prompt, options appeared.
A. Jedi
B. Padawan
C. Sith Apprentice
D. Bounty Hunter
E. Force-sensitive Smuggler
"The fuck…?"
I blinked.
The fact that I was in a starship suddenly became less important than this.
"Jedi… Padawan…"
I muttered, stunned.
What was this?
Star Wars?
Was I in Star Wars now?
That thought hit hard, but I still clung to logic.
This had to be a dream.
It had to be.
But something felt off.
Everything felt too real.
Even the texture of the seatbelt pressing into my chest felt real. The faint sting where it dug into my shoulder… real.
And then there was the smell.
Oil.
Burnt, metallic oil.
I wasn't a scientist or anything, but I could swear I'd read somewhere on Reddit that you couldn't actually smell things in dreams.
So why the hell could I smell this?
Before I could think further, the panel zoomed closer.
Alert. This is your last chance. Please select your class.
Failure to select a class will trigger default system selection.
"Crap…"
Dream or not, that didn't sound like something I wanted happening.
I focused on the options.
If this really was the Star Wars universe… or even if it wasn't…
Would I pick Jedi?
Fuck no.
Padawans became Jedi. And Jedi? They were basically puppets of the Republic Senate. They thought they were above politics, but in reality, they were constantly manipulated into doing the Senate's dirty work.
Plus why the hell would I want to be celibate... As it was I had a live onlyfan show to jerk to come morning ...then three more before my twitch stream... That is if all this turned to be a lucid dream... It would be hypocritical of me
"Fuck the Jedi."
My attention shifted to Sith Apprentice.
Yeah… that was just suicide.
The entire galaxy would want me dead. The Jedi would hunt me. But worse than that, my own master would eventually try to kill me.
Darth Bane's Rule of Two made sure that only two Sith existed at a time. A master to wield the power and an apprentice to crave it.
the only way up was betrayal.
What kind of messed-up existence was that?
"Yeah, no."
Next.
Bounty Hunter.
Now that was tempting.
Good money. Freedom. Reputation.
But also?
The bigger your name got, the bigger the target on your back. Eventually, someone would put a bounty on you.
And then you'd be the one getting hunted.
"Still a no."
That left one option.
Force-sensitive Smuggler.
I stared at it.
Yeah… this one hit different.
A smuggler had freedom. No rules. No chains. No politics.
And this one?
Force-sensitive.
That meant access to the Force without being tied to Jedi or Sith.
No rigid code.
No master breathing down my neck.
No Republic leash.
Basically… a gray user.
"Damn…"
This was the kind of thing fans argued about for hours on Reddit and Quora. The perfect balance. The best build.
Freedom plus power.And now…It was right in front of me.
The panel pulsed.
Last chance.
"Alright… fuck it."
I leaned forward slightly.
"I'll take Force-sensitive Smuggler."
The words flickered.
Then I snapped, "Force-sensitive smuggler. I pick force-sensitive smuggler."
Selection updated.
Preparing basic skill installation.
"What the fuck?"
Basic skill installation?
What was I, a machine?
I tried to look past the panel again, but it stayed locked in front of my face.
Confirmed.
Piloting Skill Level 1 installed.
Navigation Skill Level 1 installed.
Alert. Remaining smuggling skills must be learned manually.
Please accept to dismiss.
"The hell do you mean installed—"
I hit accept instantly.
And then it hit me.
Hard.
It was like something snapped into place inside my head.
Knowledge.
Not memories, but… familiarity.
Controls. Systems. Navigation.
I knew what everything did.
And that was when reality truly sank in.
I wasn't hallucinating.
I was inside a starship.
And it was moving.
Fast.
The view outside looked like a blizzard of stars streaking past.
Not hyperspace… not yet.
But fast enough to make my stomach churn.
The ships Ai came alive again
[Pursuing vessels detected.]
Two red dots appeared on the navigation display.
Closing in.
Fast.
"Fuck…"
I gripped the controls, instinctively understanding them.
I somehow knew I hadn't entered hyperspace yet.
Still in normal space.
And they were gaining.
Then the comms crackled.
"Unidentified vessel. You are suspected of transporting contraband. Power down and prepare to be boarded."
I froze.
Contraband?
Then it clicked.
I slammed my fist against the armrest.
"Of course… I picked smuggler."
What the hell did I expect?
I quickly glanced around.
Now that I looked properly, the ship screamed illegal.
Exposed wiring. Modified panels. Worn durasteel. The smell of burnt oil thick in the air.
This thing was shady as hell.
And somehow…
I understood it.
The skill installation.
It made me familiar with the ship.
Its systems.
Its condition.
"…I'm fucked."
"Unidentified vessel. Power down and prepare to be boarded."
The voice repeated, sharper this time.
"Failure to comply will result in forceful boarding."
Then another panel appeared.
[You have one minute to decide your course of action.
Power down and surrender
Attempt evasive maneuver
Improvise]
I stared at the options.
"All of these are shit…"
Surrender?... They had just said they suspected me of having contrabands which was another way of calling me a fucking smuggler.
depending on which star wars timeline I was in, surrendering would be handing myself over for execution.
Evasive maneuver?
I had Piloting Level 1.
Level. One for fuck sake, what dog maneuver was I supposed to do Against Republic patrol ships.
Yeah, no.
Improvise?
"What the hell does that even mean.... ?"
[WARNING. Weapon lock detected.]
My blood ran cold as the navy computer came alive
Alert. Pursuing ships have locked onto your vessel.
Failure to comply will result in weapons fire.
"…shit."
Now surrender suddenly looked a lot more attractive.... This Motherfuckers were going to blast me from the skies
"do I have weapons" I asked stupidly seeing I already knew the answer
This thing had No weapons and certainly no fucking shield generator
It was a flying scrap heap built for smuggling, not fighting.
If they opened fire…
Well, I was toast
But surrender?
That wasn't any better I mean even if they didn't kill me, it would be a lifetime sentence in Prison on Coruscant bottom levels... The sewers
Yeah... "Fuck it…"
My eyes locked onto a red-labeled control.
And somehow…
I knew exactly what it did.
A terrible idea... A fucking desperate one crept into my mind
'don't fucking do it.... That is clear suicide ' my good judgement screamed at me.
But it was the only one left.
Even if I jumped into a charted hyperlane, the republic ship would still follow, plus they were faster and more better equipped than this piece of shit... The result of that chase would be down to their mercy....
Fuck no... I still had an active onlyfan subscription... No bitch was taking my money without getting the service... No I wasn't dying yet.
I took a deep breath.
Then slammed the lever.
Everything blurred.
Everything stretched into lines, then collapsed into nothing.
The force of it crushed me back into my seat as the ship surged forward.
ALERT. ALERT.
You have entered Wild Space.