Grey Eyed Castaway
Jasper crashed ships a lot. He had a tendency to wind up in less than ideal situations over very trivial reasons. This time was a little bit different than the previous occasions he had been taken out of the sky. The duelist had assumed that he had tracked down a lost bit of Kyber from Ilum down to Corellia, but the lead was a ruse. Instead of Kyber thieves, Jasper wound up finding armature Jedi hunters, who were using the recent events on Ilum as a way to lure in more targets. The padawan managed to steal one of their MorningStar-B Starfighters, but couldn't get away without taking heavy damage to the left wing of vessel. He managed to make it pretty far down the Corellian Trade Spine before...
CRACK
He didn't need to assess the damage. Jasper could only watch in shock as the side wing of the starfighter vanished into the vacuum of space. Before long, he was caught in the planet's gravity, rapidly descending towards the surface of the planet. There was nothing he could do this time to slow the impact. The ship was cheaply built, with very little in place to increase drag or restabilize the vessel, especially after the loss of a wing. All he could do was sit and watch as he plummeted, the fighter becoming a ball of fire as it streaked towards the face of Balmorra. As the ship made impact, Jasper hit his head on the dashboard. His vision went black. When he came to his senses, the padawan was overcome by a sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was as if a thousand daggers were digging into his right side, all blazing with the heat of a sun. When he turned to see why, it didn't take long for Jasper to realize what was wrong. A piece of the durasteel plating had come loose when the ship hit the ground. It became dislodged, flung back by the kinetic energy generated by the crash. The piece of shrapnel had ripped cleanly through his arm, shoulder and all. The padawan's right arm lay there on the floor of the tattered cockpit, the blood from within the limb pooling out around it. Jasper scrambled to grab his lightsaber. He needed to cauterize the wound, or he would risk bleeding out. As the blue blade of the weapon made contact with the torn tissue, Jasper let out a bloodcurdling howl unlike any he had ever produced in his life. Even with the shell of the vessel keeping some of the sound from escaping the vessel, the cry could be heard in a few mile radius, his voice enhanced by the Force in a moment of extreme pain.
When the wound was closed, Jasper tried to find an effective way out of the vessel. The cockpit door was jammed, and cutting through it with his lightsaber would be risky without a second arm to keep falling debris from injuring him even more so. The padawan didn't have to think about it for long. The pain had grown too strong. Jasper's body reacted by going into shock, his vision fading to black as his mind lapsed into sleep.
The smoke could be seen for miles.