Resident President Meme
Both Darlyn and [member="Kay Arenais"] shared something in common, a lack of ability to stay out of trouble. In Darlyn's case, it was more his own fault. In this case, it was sneaking off to find his own bit of adventure alone, without guards. He usually didn't take long enough for anyone to really worry, and he was known to be quite capable on his own anyways making it not a cause of panic.
One thing he wasn't known for was flying.
So it would hardly be much of a surprise when Darlyn found himself crashing his starfighter, having come to this strange planet in the course of investigating his doppleganger from quite a long while ago. Someone had reported a sighting in the area, and when he arrived he found he had arrived too late to intercept. And while he was plotting a course to try and give chase, a defense turret seemed to hit him outta nowhere. Unsure what to do, he did the only rationally irrational thing he could.
He aimed the ship at the planet and prepared to 'land'.
Somehow he managed to avoid blowing up, or damaging his ship beyond repair on landing, but the impact left him jarred. That was, not great. He breathed slowly, and tried to climb out of his ship. Wearing the desperado armor he bought ages ago, his red hair was hidden under his pretty dope lookin' hat, and he stood out in the landscape. Contained was his dark presence, best he could, to try and hide while he assessed the damage...
One thing he wasn't known for was flying.
So it would hardly be much of a surprise when Darlyn found himself crashing his starfighter, having come to this strange planet in the course of investigating his doppleganger from quite a long while ago. Someone had reported a sighting in the area, and when he arrived he found he had arrived too late to intercept. And while he was plotting a course to try and give chase, a defense turret seemed to hit him outta nowhere. Unsure what to do, he did the only rationally irrational thing he could.
He aimed the ship at the planet and prepared to 'land'.
Somehow he managed to avoid blowing up, or damaging his ship beyond repair on landing, but the impact left him jarred. That was, not great. He breathed slowly, and tried to climb out of his ship. Wearing the desperado armor he bought ages ago, his red hair was hidden under his pretty dope lookin' hat, and he stood out in the landscape. Contained was his dark presence, best he could, to try and hide while he assessed the damage...