As usual, noting went well with this kriffin' old piece of astro-scrap metal. Ship shook suddenly, and halted, a few lights and warnings lighting up on an old, yet surprisingly clean and spotless console. Twi'lek hissed out a curse, baring sharpened teeth and rushed to restart the air circulation. Just in case. He knew this ship well enough to know that whatever happens, it can always sneakily knock off at random shake. The problem wasn't with life support aboard though: this goddamn ship simply refused to hyperspace jump! You could hear a curse, loud clank of metal being kicked, then another curse, now paired with a pained groan: someone lost their temper it seems