Thousands of years ago, one of their agents had sabotaged a scouting mission, and returned to make sure the planet stayed off the Empire's radar. Thace didn't know why, but he knew it was his turn to do the same. Sabotaging the ship, its compliment of fighters, and the robotic sentries had been simple enough. Most of the crew had been unprepared, but there was always one. Below him in combat skill, but not in programming.
Thace flicked blood away from his blade, favoring a burn on his left side from a stray shot, and indulged in punching the screen in frustration. No way to get escape pods engaged now, and he'd arranged for a deteriorating orbit. A rapid one, as alarms began to throb throughout the bridge.
The hull would keep him from frying as the atmosphere ignited around them, as long as he didn't leave the ship. But the generators would blow out attempting to compensate, and g-forces could very well crush him if he stayed inside. Only a small chance of survival, but he had a mission to finish. There was a little time left, and no reason not to try.
From the planet below, the ship was already visible as a something like a shooting star. It wasn't breaking up like most meteors would, and leaving a clear trail to the site of impact. A few hundred feet up, however, something changed, and one side of it exploded outward. Something far smaller, but flaming and smoking, came free and teetered in an unsteady arc away from the main wreckage to come in on a more forgiving angle to crash some distance away.
When the motion stopped, Thace took some time to brace himself, and started prying his way out of the fighter's cockpit with a glowing sword. It had served its purpose as a second line of defense against the forces of the crash (and triggering a few others to overload and explode had provided propulsion to escape) but now it could become his tomb if he didn't get out quickly.
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Date: 2020-05-03 03:22 am (UTC)Thace flicked blood away from his blade, favoring a burn on his left side from a stray shot, and indulged in punching the screen in frustration. No way to get escape pods engaged now, and he'd arranged for a deteriorating orbit. A rapid one, as alarms began to throb throughout the bridge.
The hull would keep him from frying as the atmosphere ignited around them, as long as he didn't leave the ship. But the generators would blow out attempting to compensate, and g-forces could very well crush him if he stayed inside. Only a small chance of survival, but he had a mission to finish. There was a little time left, and no reason not to try.
From the planet below, the ship was already visible as a something like a shooting star. It wasn't breaking up like most meteors would, and leaving a clear trail to the site of impact. A few hundred feet up, however, something changed, and one side of it exploded outward. Something far smaller, but flaming and smoking, came free and teetered in an unsteady arc away from the main wreckage to come in on a more forgiving angle to crash some distance away.
When the motion stopped, Thace took some time to brace himself, and started prying his way out of the fighter's cockpit with a glowing sword. It had served its purpose as a second line of defense against the forces of the crash (and triggering a few others to overload and explode had provided propulsion to escape) but now it could become his tomb if he didn't get out quickly.