Some parts of the galaxy were tropical paradises. Some were mystical ruins. Some were massive cities that spread over an entire planet. Some were scum infested hovels where none should dare ever tread.
Bryce Americus, however, cared not where he went or what was there. If there was a place he wanted to go, he'd go. He was stubborn like that. This is how he found himself in the predicament he was in now. He, inside of his M-250, on the run from a band of pirates. Onboard his M-250, was something of value to the pirates. Something Bryce had to get his hands on. And so he did. Had to take out several pirates on his way in and out, but not enough to secure his escape. He barely made it to his starfighter alive. A few scrapes and burns, but nothing he wasn't already used to.
Bryce had no backup on this little operation of ihs. None of his team even knew where he was at the time. He kept it a secret to keep the team from looking for their shares. Bryce, however, did not anticipate this much resistance. He expected an easy job. And now, he was being chased down by at least a dozen angry pirates. It was quite the pickle he found himself in.
"Chit. Chit. Chit. CHIT. Gotta hide. Gotta hi-" Bryce was suddenly cut off. A laser managed to hit one of his engines. Smoke began pouring from the damaged engine. Bryce was running out of time. He had only one option. A nearby planet. One he didn't know anything about, but he was certainly desperate at this point. An emergency landing would have to be made. He quickly whipped his starfighter towards the planet and ripped through the planet's atmosphere.
His fighter began to light up in flames as he came closer to the ground.
Smoke began filling his lungs.
The cold embrace of death was overcoming him.
His fighter came closer and closer to the ground. Yet, the young Mandalorian showed no fear or any regret for what he had done. He knew he would survive this. He always had luck on his side. It's what kept him going this long and he knew it would not abandon him now.
Then ... darkness.
His fighter hit the ground hard. At the speed it was going, it ripped through the dirt, sending him sliding almost a half mile from where he brought his ship down. There he sat in his fighter. Unconscious and in danger of the flames around him and the pirates on the look for their treasure.
Bryce Americus, however, cared not where he went or what was there. If there was a place he wanted to go, he'd go. He was stubborn like that. This is how he found himself in the predicament he was in now. He, inside of his M-250, on the run from a band of pirates. Onboard his M-250, was something of value to the pirates. Something Bryce had to get his hands on. And so he did. Had to take out several pirates on his way in and out, but not enough to secure his escape. He barely made it to his starfighter alive. A few scrapes and burns, but nothing he wasn't already used to.
Bryce had no backup on this little operation of ihs. None of his team even knew where he was at the time. He kept it a secret to keep the team from looking for their shares. Bryce, however, did not anticipate this much resistance. He expected an easy job. And now, he was being chased down by at least a dozen angry pirates. It was quite the pickle he found himself in.
"Chit. Chit. Chit. CHIT. Gotta hide. Gotta hi-" Bryce was suddenly cut off. A laser managed to hit one of his engines. Smoke began pouring from the damaged engine. Bryce was running out of time. He had only one option. A nearby planet. One he didn't know anything about, but he was certainly desperate at this point. An emergency landing would have to be made. He quickly whipped his starfighter towards the planet and ripped through the planet's atmosphere.
His fighter began to light up in flames as he came closer to the ground.
Smoke began filling his lungs.
The cold embrace of death was overcoming him.
His fighter came closer and closer to the ground. Yet, the young Mandalorian showed no fear or any regret for what he had done. He knew he would survive this. He always had luck on his side. It's what kept him going this long and he knew it would not abandon him now.
Then ... darkness.
His fighter hit the ground hard. At the speed it was going, it ripped through the dirt, sending him sliding almost a half mile from where he brought his ship down. There he sat in his fighter. Unconscious and in danger of the flames around him and the pirates on the look for their treasure.
[member="Daisy Americus"]