A Mandalorian Landing

[Kori Buor]

Felucia
Outer Rim Territories
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The controls shook in the hands of the Mandalorian as he tried to control the dropship's descent through the atmosphere he never thought he'd see in a very long time. Glancing at his copilot, Ral Vizsla wondered what she was thinking as an alarm went off on the console. Airbreaks were failing, and maneuvering thrusters were operating at fifty percent. This was going to be a rough landing, but hopefully one that they would survive. Thankfully, Ral was quite lucky when it came to crash landings. He had been in several and he always managed to survive them, even if only barely. The ground was approaching quickly, and Ral knew that this was going to a bit rockier than he'd have preferred. "Hang on..."

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Smoke filled his nostrils as his eyes slowly opened to reveal a blurred haze around him. Blinking a few times, his vision slowly cleared until all around him he saw the ruined remains of the cockpit strewn around him. His eyes searched around him, he was alone, except for the female in the seat next to him. Letting out a grunt, Ral unbuckled himself from his seat, his body was aching and his armor looked terrible; the crash had done a number on his personal set, he'd have to do a functionality check when he had a moment, but right now he did not have that.

"Talia?" He managed to grunt out weakly as he stood to his feet, stumbling his way across the short distance until we he was next to the blonde woman. Leaning down over her, Ral gave her a light shake. "T-Talia... are you okay? Can you hear me?" He asked, the concern as plain as the sun above. They couldn't be sleeping around in the shuttle, especially not on Felucia of all places. Gripping his pistol, Ral hit the release for her restraints, "Talia, we need to go..."

@Sreeya

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