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If things could’ve gone worse for Raya on that particular day, the Kryze was genuinely struggling to figure out how. What had begun as a routine patrol through contested territory had devolved into an outright dog-fight with an group of starfighter-armed insurgents - the likes of which descended upon her squadron without any prior warning. Accustomed to warfare or not, the ambush had caught the Mandalorians entirely off-guard - and the simple fact of being outnumbered and outgunned only strengthened the odds against them.
Bitter was the fighting was, the victory was all-but apparent from the get-go. Two of her Vod were blown to scrap metal, and for all of her skill and expertise as a fighter pilot, Raya moved just a bit too slow - sustaining far more damage to her ship than was comfortable. By the time a tactical retreat was issued, the Kryze wasn’t positive which components of her ship were damaged and which weren’t - but that was hardly an issue she had the opportunity to investigate whatsoever. A fact that promptly returned to bite Raya in the ass.
Within only a few minutes of hyperspace travel, alarms began to erupt through the cockpit of her freighter - painting the interior of her ship in deep crimson as turbulent rocked the Kryze in her seat. The characteristic blue streaks of hyperspace began to shift and swirl into multitude of colors, only to abruptly eject the vessel back into real-space without warning - dropping just before the dusty, arid surface of Savareen. While she had to be somewhat grateful to the fact she hadn’t dropped into a star, that was about as far as the Kryze’s gratitude went - the complete failure of her engines and multiple other components - causing the ship to streak towards the planet and into the low atmosphere.
At almost a nose dive, Raya could only vaguely steer the direction of the vessel - gradually bringing her ship down towards an open, dry field. She could see the outline of a small village in the distance, but that was a feature she paid little mind at that precise moment. Instead, avoiding death was far higher on the priority list.
As her ship approached the ground, Raya abruptly yanked the controls upwards - bringing her vessel out of its nose-dive, in order that the hull crashed into the sandy terrain below. Durasteel groaned and tore as the ship tore a path through the earth - plating and mounted gunnery on its bottom torn clean off in the process. It wasn’t until striking a particular large, stone spire that the vessel finally came to a screeching halt. And then everything went to black.
It was unclear how long the Kryze had been unconscious before she began to stir once more - her head blobbing ever-so-slightly before she, slowly but surely - began to push out of the cockpit. "Fuck sake.." There was a distinct limp to her gait as she stepped down the durasteel ramp - pain coursing through the majority of her body and most profound in her legs and lower back. She could feel the blood that trickled on the inside of her helmet, but opted not to remove the armor yet - donning her full beskar’gam as she stepped into the open, arid landscape - only carrying her dual pistols and a vibroblade on her belt.
@Orbit