Okay so trying to out-run some local law enforcement in a stolen freighter was a bad idea usually. It had been his only option and it was still the worst option, somehow, because it had resulted in his current problem; namely that he was stuck on some swamp of a planet he hadn't ever actually heard of before. But then again this was the first time he'd made a blind jump in a freighter that had been in desperate need of repairs before he even set foot in the craft.
It was a miracle he had survived the jump, let alone re-entry.
Still, watching the remains of the ship burn brightly in the night wasn't what he wanted to be spending his time on. He'd really prefer if the ship, shite as it was, had survived but oh well. Instead he just sat with his back against a tree, a cigarette in hand, watching it burn away. It was, as far as he knew, the only ship on the planet and it was beyond saving.
He wasn't usually one for moping but the situation seemed to suit it, so he just sat there and smoked. Tacitus could already hear creatures of the bloody swamp making noises around the area and he knew, instinctively, that at least some of them were likely to want to try and eat him. Hence why, in his other hand, he had his vibroknife.
Just cus he was having a bit of a mope, didn't mean he wanted to die.
@Killa Ree