F L O W
Unknown World
The Hapes Cluster
The Inner Rim
Aboard Starship Leviathan
The Hapes Cluster
The Inner Rim
Aboard Starship Leviathan
A low whining sounded in his ears as Starlin came to, offset by the steady drip-drip-dripping of blood on the ceiling of the cockpit below. Curly hair straightened down with gravity, and robes rode up his chest to expose his naval and block his vision. All had been flipped on its head, and the boy sat suspended in his seat by virtue of the emergency belts.
Even without the hindrance of the once white-and-blue robes, now streaked red with blood, it was hard to see within the cockpit. All of the lights had gone out save for one slowly blinking emergency strip overhead. Underhead?
Heavy eyes closed as quickly as they opened, and for a while Starlin slipped in and out of consciousness.
Leviathan had been pulled off course, plummeting down to whichever heavenly body had the greatest gravitational mass when its already malfunctioning pilot droid's circuits fried. Starlin had tried to take over, tried to make sense of the ship with the help of the manual he'd spent the past few weeks studying, but theoretical knowledge and practical acumen were entirely different spheres, and in the end he could do nothing but watch as ship met planet's surface head on.
Whether he had landed close to civilization or on the outskirts mattered little, that swirling pillar of smoke was indicative of the crash even if the clamorous shockwave had not been felt.