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Somewhere in the forest...
Near Calna Muun, Agamar
Late Afternoon
Yuya just laid there. Staring upwards at the ceiling, eyes traveling along its surface. Every nook and cranny, every little detail of it was not hidden from his unwavering gaze. Not even when something trickled down his forehead did he blink, just simply staring as if nothing had happened. When in fact, something did quite happen. He ignored reality for what seemed like hours, watching the sparks of exposed circuitry flash as the chorus of alarm klaxons slowly began to die, their batteries spent.

"I-," his voice cracked, hoarse, "I'm alive."
A mucus-filled cough was all that he could muster to clear his throat. Frowning in disgust, Yuya turned to hock a glob of the mess away from him. In doing so did he truly realize the damage that had occurred. Two thirds of his entire ship had been torn asunder, promptly cleaved away from the reinforced frame. It was like a hypervelocity round had shattered the spine and internal organs of this mechanical creature, sending it on a downward spiral through miles upon miles of large, weathered trees. Supposedly the plant life here was strong - and the bark of those trees he'd crashed into seemed more than enough evidence to back that claim. Yuya let his eyes wander down the nearby corridor with its durasteel bulkhead battered and torn in chunks.
Was that sunlight?
Relief flooded through him at that thought. At least it was still daytime. Flames and smoke had prevented him from even getting close to the cockpit earlier, which ultimately resulted in his presence here. A simple journey to meet up with old friends and pirates ruined it all. No, more like he ruined it all.
Maybe I should've just surrendered the ship?
Regardless of the circumstances, he was alive.
He sawed a sleeve across his head, wiping away the green blood. His head hurt like all hell but he was quite sure the fires from earlier hadn't stopped. The cargo bay was the only place untouched by the flames, though its lack of any sort of crash webbing back here had sent him flying when the vessel made impact. Slowly, he began to rise from the durasteel floor.
"Hnng." Yuya groaned, clutching his stomach as he rose. A dull, aching pain crept through his body. Yet his hand came away free of blood. "Frak my life."
The man spat once more, taking stock of the ship as soon as he straightened his back. Nothing of use was here - he wasn't even carrying any cargo. Just random, empty containers that were precariously not secured during flight. They were strewn about the bay as if a tornado had whipped through it, throwing their doors open and tossing them against the durasteel bulkheads. And Yuya.
"At least they were empty," he sighed and slowly began to tread away from the sight. Towards the gashed open corridor.
Lo and behold: freedom. The tear in the side of the cargo bay was big enough for him to squeeze through, albeit carefully. He took great care in avoiding the jagged metal's splayed end, as if it were the exit wound of a gunshot. And then he fell.
It took only half a second for his back to touch solid ground, though it wasn't all too unpleasant. Wet grass clung to him as he stood once more, sending his gaze sweeping through the forest around him.
Lost.