Something splattered on his face. The thickened beard the unconcious jedi had grown out caught beads of water. Rivulets of water from a tropical drizzle ran down through the breached escape pod. Some lights continued to flash and beep a crimson warning. The scent of some burnt organic mater was only dampened by the deluge.
Another droplet hit Byron, this one impacting on his forehead and causing some of the blood to mix. Demolly, or whatever that woman's name had been on his ship. The Knight wasn't sure what hit first, the pain or the confusion. The escape pod had fallen out of orbit, thankfully far away from where the man had encountered dangerous spiders. But still a decent ways away from civilization.
Grunting, he got up from his position only to fall back. Trying to catch him with himself with his left arm he immediatly regretted it. His left arm probably had fractured. After a moment of trying to recover from the disorienting crash. He had his belt, but the commlink was nowhere to be found and the beacon on the escape pod looked smashed. Well I can't call for help or let anybody know my ship got stolen.
Turning his head to the sky, the man closed his eyes and felt the rain on his skin for a moment Taking a deep breath, centering and focusing himself he had his arm wrapped in a makeshift splint. A little bit of bacta went a long way. It wasn't long before the Knight was hiking his way with personav in hand towards what he assumed was the closest settlement.
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