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The craft was rocked by the meteorite, it's frame bending around the large piece of rock and being flung towards the nearest gravity well. The engines went dead the instant the meteor struck the hull, and Issachar knew that. He acted quickly for his massive size, grabbing various pieces of equipment he needed and began to set them in the escape pod. The first thing to go in was his father's armor, placed inside of a container for extra safe keeping. Two rifles, one being a blaster the other a slugthrower, went after that, followed by his tools and his beskads. With his blaster pistols already in their holsters, he made sure to pack in supplies like food and water before sealing the hatch behind him. Sitting in the seat of the pod, he made sure everything was green before he felt a massive thrust of forward momentum...
To most it looked like a meteor was crashing through the atmosphere, a fireball streaking through the sky of the desert planet. But what was crashing into the dunes of Tattooine was not any ordinary meteor, but a space craft. The weighty vessel slammed into the ground hard, spinning into the sand and skipping like a stone before slamming down hard. The ship practically split in two, the front half being thrown one way and one of the engines snapping off and spinning in another. The rear half flipped over and nearly collapsed in on itself, the final movement being it sinking slightly into the sand beneath it. Another piece of the ship landed half a kilometer away, but this one surprisingly was fine. The escape pod landed without much damage, mostly skimming off the surface of the sand before catching a better angle to land. It took Issachar a moment to get his bearings, judging by his readouts the crash site was little above ten kilometers to Mos Espa. He would just travel to the wreckage of his ship, salvage anything he could, then walk to the town. After that was anyone's guess, but currently the main goal was surviving the sands. He tied the container he had with him to his back, set the tools in carefully, attached the Beskad scabbards to his hips, and slung both of his rifles onto his shoulders. The pod door blew open, and the Annoo-dat Prime Mandalorian began his trek to what was left of his ship.
To most it looked like a meteor was crashing through the atmosphere, a fireball streaking through the sky of the desert planet. But what was crashing into the dunes of Tattooine was not any ordinary meteor, but a space craft. The weighty vessel slammed into the ground hard, spinning into the sand and skipping like a stone before slamming down hard. The ship practically split in two, the front half being thrown one way and one of the engines snapping off and spinning in another. The rear half flipped over and nearly collapsed in on itself, the final movement being it sinking slightly into the sand beneath it. Another piece of the ship landed half a kilometer away, but this one surprisingly was fine. The escape pod landed without much damage, mostly skimming off the surface of the sand before catching a better angle to land. It took Issachar a moment to get his bearings, judging by his readouts the crash site was little above ten kilometers to Mos Espa. He would just travel to the wreckage of his ship, salvage anything he could, then walk to the town. After that was anyone's guess, but currently the main goal was surviving the sands. He tied the container he had with him to his back, set the tools in carefully, attached the Beskad scabbards to his hips, and slung both of his rifles onto his shoulders. The pod door blew open, and the Annoo-dat Prime Mandalorian began his trek to what was left of his ship.
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