Malachor V
856 ABY
From unknown origins Ravenous' gauntlet fighter ripped itself from hyperspace and into the atmosphere of Malachor V. His thoughts were incoherent and cryptic merely being in contact with this brazen world brought back memories, but these memories were not his but that of another. Lightning storms raged across the skies making it harder to maneuver and impossible of scanners to pick up anything happening on the ground, A dangerous gamble but a calculated one.On the way to the surface a surge of lightning struck his craft and caused him to spin out of control all of his alerts were going off and he was falling fast and estimated 45 seconds before he hit the ground. Without any hesitation he opened the hatch and climbed on to the exterior of his ship balancing himself on top of the wings. He stretched out his arms and communed with the force something he had put off doing for a while.
Voices began speaking in his head quiet whispers but blaring screeching at the same time. His hood flew off his head and his hair flew wildly in the wind. 30 seconds to impact. His command of his power was intensifying the spark that ignited his rage was beginning to lit and gradually the bow of the ship rose into the air at a 30 degree angle. 20 second to impact. The wings of the ship were guiding the craft towards a nearby conduit in the rock it was deep and had an ominous glow to it.
The bonfire was lit and the wind around the ship levitated it off the ground just enough so it wouldn't be consumed by an inferno on the way down. 10 seconds to impact, He was falling to fast but not straight down. No time to spare he used the force to pull the transmitter from the cockpit and into his hand. 3 seconds to impact. Ravenous force leaped out off the ship and skidded a few feet along the ground until eventually hitting a rock knocking himself unconscious.
His fighter skipped along the ground 5 times until eventually turning into a ball of fire launching rocks and fire into the air and towards Ravenous.
"Wake up....WAKE UP!"
His force attuned senses were awaking him. He got up off the ground and looked to the sky to see a wave of fire and debris about to rain hell. On the brink of death he extended his hands and attempted to repel the oncoming danger. He was partially successful and was only fling back by the rubble, His skin was pierced by shrapnel and he began to bleed. He got up off the ground and limped towards a rock, He leaned on it and got a message out to oncoming ships.
"Now we wait."