I Meant To Do That (ATTN: Sarah Lee Jones)

[Dariak Talesa]

There were many things that could kill Dariak on Tatooine. The Sand People swooping from the roaming dunes to ambush him. A pack of predators slithering through the sands to tear him to pieces or even the desert itself. The threat of heatstroke and thirst loomed like the twin suns of Tatoo. Yet the Mandalorian never thought that boredom could be deadly. After spending days looking for a cave that housed a Krayt Dragon for the purposes of sport-hunting with no success he found himself lounging beneath a rock's shadow.

His speeder hummed idly beside him and there was music pouring into his ears via a pair of headphones. One armoured boot tapped thin air to the beat as he looked up at the pure blue sky above him. It was soon time to return back to Mandalorian space since it seems his kinsmen always found themselves a planet to raid or invade. It made his life interesting, no doubt, but even that repetition had to be broken. With a sigh he hauled himself up to his feet and looked once more to the sky where he spotted a bird of prey looking for vermin to swoop down on.

Since he was unwilling to leave Tatooine with some form of kill Dariak pulled his missile launcher from the grip on the side of his speeder bike and lifted the weapon so it rested over his shoulder. One eye peered through the scope and he smirked when it acquired a lock. Overkill? Of course. However Dariak was often one for a spur of the moment foolishness especially if there was no one around to chide him. After letting the hawk give a few flaps of the wings he fired, the missile making a flompf sound before the motor started up.

Something happened that he didn't expect. The missile flew up and over the bird as if it was just part of the scenery towards a black blob in the distance. When the math of what was happening hit Dariak he sighed and let the missile launcher fall into the sand, spent of its ordnance.


"Oops."

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

She looked out among the sand and such, even a pilot has to have those moments where you just found a planet devoid of life and just fly without killing

She closed her eyes just listening to the hum of her engines and the scream of those wings through the air, she had taken a unmarked one mostky painted it up soemthing she could use herself and practice with

A loud beep made her jump, she looked to her radar...wait..out...oh poodoo

The rocket made contact with the right wing and she trailed smoke, she banked as she was going down, she flew over [member="Dariak Talesa"] causing sand to blow around before she landed a few hundred feet away...in a mangled heap

 

[Dariak Talesa]

With a look of regret on his features Dariak watched as the ship plummeted into the Dune Sea in a plume of sand and smoke. At the point of impact he winced as his mistake was brought before him beyond one of the larger dunes. The Mandalorian secured his missile launcher back to the side of his speeder and proceeded to pack up his small camp. With his basha and supplies on board he pulled himself onto the speeder, one leg swung over the seat and onto the stirrup.

He twisted the throttle and felt the vehicle shunting forward into high speed. He followed the pillar of smoke and wondered if the pilot had been alive. He hadn't managed to ID the ship's class or any identifying marks before it had thudded into the sands. As he approached the crash site he slowed down to a halt and gave a cautious eye. Had the pilot survived? If so how would they react? Would they think he was a pirate? A bandit? It was pretty clear to anyone who knew what Mandalorians looked like that he was from the clans. Savage Crusader symbols adorned his plates and a black fur trophy covered his shoulder plates.

Dariak slipped off of the speeder, set it to idle and drew out his heavy blaster pistol from the leatheris holster on his right thigh. He thumbed down the safety and the weapon made a daunting humming sound as the catch was released. "Anyone alive!? Anyone there!?"

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[Sara Lee Jones]

She couldn't remember much of the crash, all she knew was her body went into auto pilot remembering her procedures

Few...seconds early....

Her Abrams were a loud beep and buzz as she tried and kept it as level as she could, she lost her elevator her wing was starting to rip off of the fighter, she panted and closed her eyes, she opened them as she looked to the button by her chair, she started reaching for it when her wing came off making her spin

She shivered and felt the gs pull at her body, she force her body arm hurting as she hit the button, she shot out the spinning throwing her and the chair out, the bubble activated as she bounced and rolled a short distance as the ship crashed nearby

She blinked as she was bruised, she deactivated the bubble, she grabbed her blaster as she ran towards her fighter, her arms fell to her sides* feth...I'm gonna have to buy a whole new one*

She heard the human of a blaster and raised her own walking around the side of the crashed tie looking at the armor figure...mandalorian ...she kept her blaster raised...this day just kept getting better and better....

So...I'll assume you saw me crash?

She said calmly helmet still on her head...it wasn't the usual imperial model just one that most civilians used that kept the hair out of the and eyes covered, she also wore a brown flight suit

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