L O S T
Keldabe City
Mandalore
Chaos.That was the only word for all that had transpired.
He was lucky to be alive at all, truth be told; the transporter had hit some pocket in space, flung out of control toward the nearest center of gravity, and the next thing he knew his world had turned upside down and then black. Nothing but a ringing in his ears, and a pain along the left of his abdomen. A tenderness to his ribs and gut.
There had been a rather unpleasant sensation amidst their free fall, it made his stomach drop and flutter and twist all at once, until he felt certain he was going to hurl. Thankfully they seemed to right themselves before that happened, and a backup generator had kicked in casting the belly of the ship into an odd twilight-like state of illumination.
If they had thought the worst of it was over, however, they were sorely mistaken. With the engines refusing to boot back up, the ship continued to tumble down to the planet below, past other vessels, through atmosphere, picking up speed as it went. Alarms began to blare, and his naivety brought about a pure state of panic. Thankfully it seemed as though the crew knew what to do.
He was pulled from his seat by an elderly gentleman who ferried him toward an escape pod. There were so many others pushed within it that he began to struggle for air. So small that the men and women around him seemed not to notice he was there at all, their bodies pressing closer, and closer together until it was all he could do not to scream. Tears welled up in his eyes, though he refused to let them flow.
Julius would have laughed at him if he saw him now, faced scrunched up like a babe. His heart skipped a beat, before the capsule-like object they had been shoved into rocked and jolted, before propelling itself away from the ship proper. Down and down they spiraled, until eventually they sank into some sort of surface, surprisingly well cushioned for all the speed they had picked up.
Outside was just as bad as the ship. They had landed within the middle of a firefight, yells filled the air, grunts of pain, of frustration, of focus. He witnessed more than one person get punched in the face with crushgaunts, the sound of blaster fire rang in his ears, and slugs whizzed by without warning. He ducked, he weaved, he scurried, and used his petite size to his advantage as he found some place to hide. Any place.
What seemed to be an upturned speeder proved to be his salvation. It lingered down an alleyway, leaning against the walls of a building, and he sprinted toward it with all of the energy that still remained in his body. Once there he cowered down, planting both hands over his ears, and squeezed shut his eyes. This isn't happening, he convinced himself, This is all in your head... It's all in your head...
Yet even he had never imagined anything quite so catastrophic before now. Where were all of the crazy creatures, and brilliant colours? A tiny whimper tore from his lips as a slug ricocheted off the speeder. This is all just a bad dream... You'll wake up soon, Julius will kick you for making too much noise... It'll all be over soon...
Only it wasn't.
As the battle raged into a close, the boy remained huddled behind the speeder. The noises began to retreat, less and less shots could be heard until they were gone entirely, and soon only the sound of sirens in the distance graced his hearing. He waited, for longer than was likely necessary, and then he made his way from his makeshift shelter. If he had been covered in soot previously, now it looked as though he had worked as a chimney sweep. Fires spluttered out around him, though the smoke from such lingered all around.
Wrapping his arms around himself, feeling the chill truly begin to set in, he stepped from the alleyway and out into the streets beyond. Eyes were wide, focusing on everything there was to see... But mostly just the bodies. It's not quite so fun, is it, imagining glorious fights... Not when you realize what they amount to.
He shivered, and sniffled somewhat. When his eyes fell upon what looked to be a long metal pipe he hurried toward it and picked it up. Not quite the stick he was used to, no it had much more weight behind it, but just the feel of it in his hand was enough to calm him down a little. His stomach grumbled, hunger beginning to truly set in, but he ignored it for now. Food was the last of his priorities.