He was so mortified by the destruction of the death star that his his normally stoic facial expression switched to one of true horror. What had happened was so inconsevible so impossible that the sorrow was delayed by disbelief. All of a sudden his little tie fighter started to shake violently as it was thrust backwards by the force of the explosion. Further and further he went, closer and closer to the planets surface. He knew that the planet which was scheduled for destruction would become his grave.
He hit the atmosphere, hard. The force of re-entry caused the electronics to turn on once more. As he hurtled toward the planets surface he franticly tried to restart his fighters engines. With a sputter and a shout his engines roar to life. Fighting against the G's of his rapid decent he lifted the joystick skyward and his fighter responded in kind. Putting all power to engines and forward shields leaving little left for life support. He rockets through the planets lower atmosphere dodging large pieces of wreckage from the downed space station. As he breaks through the danger zone and into the relative safety of low orbit he wonders just how he will find his way back, he wonders just how will he survive.
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