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Space:
Arcing above the orbit of some viridian globe, a world stained with paint-flecks of dark brown and blues, a prison freighter keels unsteadily. Its starboard is ablaze with ruin, as if some great talon had shredded and disemboweled its hull. The vessel spirals and cambers across the skyline, its catastrophic body plummeting full-force down the horizon, ink-black. And with one final breath the great metallic monstrosity bursts and explodes headlong into the glowing surface of the planet.
Groundside:
A woman runs. Pushes through thin husk and leaf walls, through the irregular rooms of hostile wilderness. Pulling distance between herself and the crash-site. There had been criminals and Jedi aboard the freighter. And her bounty. She needs to move swiftly now. The luminous plantlife crowds her.
This far into the jungle there are indigenous noises. The canopies rock. The woman is encumbered and sweated by the unseen sun. She is trying to follow a trail.
Just before dusk she found her place. Dim gelagrub paths led her to a hollow ringed by roots and stone-packed soil. Trees gave out. The earth was tramped down and stained with scorching and blood. The woman spread out her pack and blanket, a few datapads and clothes. She laid down something well-wrapped and heavy amongst luminescent mushrooms and leaves.
Felucia was cold. The woman built a fire, and with it so close to darkness it seemed to shut her out completely, but she stared into it as if she might see something emerge from its depths. Things came close. There were constant snaps of sound like the shrill of nightbirds or the breath and heaving of lurking predators. The woman was cautious. She had a blaster and rifle, and always one at least in her firm grip.
By firelight she saw the hours ebb away. Sleep took her with little resistance. Each time she woke she breathed as if surfacing from water. She was affected. Anger moved across her face.
"I will find you, you bastard...".