The light from the moon shone deep into the Everfree thanks to the large, gaping hole that had been ripped into the canopy. The smoldering debris from the crashed Corvette sizzled in the night, providing an eerie glow that illuminated it's surroundings. A hand shot out from underneath a shattered dura-steel plate and hauled itself over the wreckage. A small tuft of hair appeared, followed by an ashen face.
"Gah, Son-of-a-Mynock! Sound off!" Yelled Sergeant Wyrren Zerga.
The battered man could hear indistinct grunts and moans all around him, but it reassured him in the way that he knew he wasn't the only one alive.
"Well . . I've seen *cough* . . . better landings."
"Jag? Jag, is that you!? You alright?" Shouted Zerga.
"Yeah! Fit-as-a-Frozian! What about you?" Replied Sergeant Jag Bendal.
Zerga tilted his head and observed what little of his body he could see under the debris. He couldn't feel anything below his waistline, and his right arm was hurting more than the time he had sliced it open with a fusion cutter.
Other than that, he was alright.
"Yeah! D'ya think anyone else made it out?" He asked.
"Could be! Where are ya?" Yelled Jag.
"Over here!"
The sound of Jag shuffling over the destruction could be easily heard in the unusually silent night. For Zerga, the pain was subsiding for now, a clear sign that he was probably going into shock. Jag's head crested the wreckage and a faint smile could be seen on his bloodied face.
"Hey there buddy. Lets get you outta there."
Hey all, this is sort of a mini chapter I'm going to be releasing because I'm going to be busy for a while and wont be able to post much.
By the way, for those of you who don't know what a Corellian Corvette is:
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Cool! I freaking LOVE Star Wars! We're gonna need the main heroes like Luke and Han. If no Jedi, then at least Han and Chewie. Can't stand not seeing Fluttershy cuddling that big fuzzball.
2638709-Maybe not that main . . . maybe Kyle Katarn or Wedge Antilles leading rouge squadron over the planet.
The CR-90 is a pretty big machine; about the size of an Earth naval destroyer. Assuming that this was a relatively controlled landing (the computers if nothing else, using the repulsorlifts to brake the descent) she still would have left a pretty dramatic scar running through the Everfree until 'lithobraking' (to use the wonderful NASA term) finally brought it to a halt.
She's a huge cultural contamination issue though - a hypermatter reactor, at least one functioning dual turbolaser as well a the anti-fighter lasers, at least one tractor beam generator and also all the crew equipment.
Really? No Chewie?
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2641761-Despite the fact that two of the engines were shot out in space, the explosion from when the engine port hit the ground would have probably fried just about everything on board, save a few lucky rebels. Cultural contamination wouldn't be too much of a problem, as most of the personal belongings and technical equipment was destroyed in the crash.