Fennex Zeerda
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2017
- Messages
- 226
- Reaction score
- 218
Lost planet of Ellora
Early Morning- Local Time
"AKK-CHUCK-HOWAOK"
Fennex hacked and coughed as the console sparked and smoked in his face. The ship had finally come to rest teetering on the edge of a rocky cliff, the cracked windscreen staring out over the windswept and volatile grey seascape. When Fen's eyes focused, he thought he could see some strange rope-like constructs pairing the rocks beyond the cliff face, like little ritual sites. Strange. The weather seemed to be tapering off, but the ship was still being blanketed with a layer of light rain. It was going to be wet. Fennex pushed away the control yoke and fumbled with his retraints before tumbling out of his seat. He hit the deck with a light thud.
"Ugggh... Well, at least we're not dead."
Fen glanced over his shoulder, looking to see if Jon was still alived. The skull rattling crash landing had left him feeling as though he didn't want to be, but it was better than drowning or being eaten or being smashed on the rocks or whatever else the Force might have in store for him. It was hard to predict these days, but sometimes Fen could swear the cosmic energy didn't much care for him. Bugger it, he thought.
@Wit