Raezyr entered the cockpit of the Wasted Rancor as Anya was struggling to pull the body out of the pilot out of the chair.
"You do realize that you're doing that the hard way, right?" Raezyr asked.
She stopped and looked up at Raezyr, "You're not gonna start already are you?"
He ignored the comment, "Why don't you use the Force to move the body?"
She looked down at the floor and paused for a while. "I can't move something this big."
"Why not?"
"Because it's too heavy. I'm not strong enough, alright? Happy?" she snapped.
Raezyr reached into a tool box, pulled out a spanner and tossed it onto the floor. "Can you pick that up and steady it?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm not inept, just weak," she said, glaring at Raezyr.
"There is no differnece. One object is no different than another," Raezyr explained.
Anya looked at him incredulously. "Are you kidding? They're completey different. One is a small hand tool. The other is a big fat slob of a human."
Raezyr shook his head, "It's only different in your mind." He levitated the body and floated down the hall. He followed right behind.
He looked back over his shoulder and saw Anya levitate the spanner back to the tool box.
"Get us going, will you?"Raezyr called.
"Um... I can't," she replied.
"Nevermind," he mumbled as he made his way back to the airlock to dispose of the pilot's body. "I'll do it when I get back."
When Raezyr got back, he removed his helm, slid into the pilot's chair and began working the controls, explaining to Anya what he was doing.
By the time they arrived at the 3rd moon of Ithor, Anya was in the pilot's seat.
"Not too bad," Raezyr commented, "although if I hadn't been here you would have killed us trying to exit hyperspace like that.
"Now, let me have the con and I'll show you how to land this bucket."
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