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Edar had his hands held in the air, much shame was his that day. Or maybe not, the ship had severe a malfunction, crashing into the dunes without grace. Edar Xann saw the durasteel get closer to his helmet in a flash, but instead of smashing against it, his marvelous luck came to the fore (luck 10), as the sheer momentum of the ship downwards threw the imperial to the lamp hanging on the roof. Which was a substantially softer hit than Durasteel walls by a long shot. Colors seemed to blur together, as the passengers flew all throughout the ship. He would have been amused, but he was busy being terrified at the scene unfurling right in front of him. He heard a loud thundering noise, The ship lost something. he thought.

The ship impetuously slid through the sandy dunes of the dusty planet. Edar's luck once again delivered him from harms way, As the lamp's wirings had become stuck with his armor. And when the ship came to a halt, under his weight and the momentum the wires were strained to the point of permanent enlargement, creating a horrible screeching sound as they did, but they did not break. His armor handled the friction created by the wires without as much as a scratch. He was left hanging by the lamp's stretched wires however, now very close to the floor. He left out an amused but nervous giggle, and then then thought out loud "By the emperor, what in the universe just happened?-" He scouted the ground with his eyes, his sniper rifle was nowhere to be seen Blast it, I'll get a new once I hit the imperial outpost.. His right hand struggled against the pull from the wires, eventually breaking free, as the wires snapped with a metal wire like resonance. With his free right hand, he then drew his blaster pistol from its holster, and gingerly took aim towards the wires. He made sure of aiming far away from himself, and near the lamp, to avoid getting his armor damaged by superheated metal fragments. He finally squeezed the trigged, aiming at the wires that were keeping him in place. The loud eager cry of his faithful blaster pistol Immediately obeyed, as if it was a bloodthirsty pet.

His fall was short, less than half a meter. From his point of view, the grey durasteel from the floor got overwhelmingly close, soon he saw black, as he closed his eyes in involuntary reflex. With a clanking sound when he hit the floor, his head bounced a little on impact. He groaned slightly, and dragged his helmet clad head throughout the durasteel floor, eventually rising to his knees.

He could see what seemed to be a fellow imperial, judging by his ID tag displayed on Edar's helmet interface, hovering over his name 'Chek' on Edar's helmet screen. The imperial was fiddling about the controls of a still functional blast door.

"Addressment: Attention All Moronic Meatbag Occupants Of This Vessel! Request: Would You All Please Step Out Single File In An Orderly Fashion.... So That I May Extract My Bloody Vengeance By Skinning All Of You Alive?!"
What a charmer he thought I suppose whatever in the emperor's good name that voice came from, has come here to rescue us.. He quickly walked towards the door, a little dizzy, but still keeping his balance. He gently pushed his fellow imperial at the controls out of the way with his right hand, and instructed "Make way comrade, I am an expert in security." With that, he began tampering with the device, clearly knowing what he was doing. All sorts of chimes and beeps came from the little control panel, as it responded to Edar's skillful tweaking, he eagerly stated "It's open!" The Durasteel door snapped open in an instant, revealing the clear dunes on the other side. Looking back, he was caught a glimpse of what was a large hole on the hull, in which a menacing droid was waiting, Ha, these people sure have terrible luck. he thought of the knocked out travelers. He quickly shifted his look towards the other imperial "We better get out of here. We should leave the others to die. Let's go!"