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Post by Akumu on Aug 8, 2008 19:23:42 GMT -5
A steady drip of water off in the distance was all that let him know he was alive still…and not dead. The crash was burned into his memory like a hot iron against the flesh, searing his thoughts away and leaving only the pain behind. His eyes open to the glacial walls around him, the cave unforgiving in it’s nature. The wind passed and yet still it was so cold. He rises slowly from the makeshift bed in the snow, his thermal clothing keeping him from freezing to death. The outfit did little to ease the cramps. His ship was almost done, however. A few more things changed out and he would be good to go. Smuggling the parts he needed from the Chiss was hard, but he had found it possible.
Several days later his craft comes out of the cave, and jettisons away from the planet, setting off every scanner in the vicinity to his presence. He didn’t care, though. He plots a course and sits back as his ship gains speed.
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