“This is because we let Dur fly,” Ezra declared in between coughing and sputtering. They were in a janky, low quality ship assigned to them via temple. They were en route to a planet for a mission and they were to meet with their designated knight. Along the way, they were pulled out of hyperspace mysteriously. The droid pilot simply reported errors and failed to stop the ship from hurtling towards the surface of the planet. The boys began to bicker amongst themselves on who could safely land the ship, which erupted into an all out brawl.
Black eyes and bruises later, Ferrin managed to peel himself out of a jumbled mess of arms and legs between the three to shove the droid aside and take control. Unfortunately, this made little difference as they still managed to crash on the surface of the planet. To the Pantoran’s credit, they weren’t entirely flattened, having skidded across the terrain to crash against a tree.
Ezra was lying on the floor, sporting bruises from the scuffle and also bleeding from a cut on his head from the collision. He coughed as he got up, smelling smoke. He could hear the groaning of the protesting metal all around them, a fire erupting. It was only a matter of time before the entire thing exploded.
“We have to get out!” He shouted, grabbing his bag and making for the opening created from the crash. Of course, he was delayed as he stopped to pick up his designer shampoos and soaps. If they were going to be stuck in a forest, he refused to smell. And of course, he had to grab his antibacterial wipes and face moisturizers.
@Zay @Altaris (@Alhon for awareness)