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The Mandalorian was standing up and drawing his pistol, prepared to finish the Imperial off while he was unarmed. It was part of his code at this port, the Imperial had engaged, meaning it was time to fight. However, bad luck seemed to strike before Davern could. The transport suddenly pivoted and the Mandalorian fell side ways and slipped down the ship, screams and shots filled the air about him and the sound of the transport being torn asunder by the sudden motion of it falling. Davern tried to stand again, the floor shaking below his feet. He turned his head... Shit... he felt a heavy thump against his chest piece, a large char slamming him back into the hull and the gravity forced him throw a window nearby with his weight added into the mix.

Soon he flying through the air, his arms flailing wildly above him and legs below. He could feel the pressure of the air underneath him as freefell. Panic was setting in, but training and instinct was on his side, he was sliding into position catching himself to use his thrusters. Regaining control of his mind he used his implant, activating the thruster packs within his armor. The air under him stabilized but it did little good. The packs soon overheated and he was back to free fall. It was almost exhilarating, the air rushing about, everything slow, and then suddenly a heavy thud. He landed in a blast of sand and heat, his chest and body hitting first, the armor cushioning but by no means stopping the impact. Intense pain rushed through him and he reached to claw at the sand feebly before fading in unconsciousness.

He awoke in a cough fit a bit later, head pounding within his helmet. His eyes were blurred and nerves rattled. He had indeed dropped from orbit before, but that was in a pod. This was much more painful, but he was both Chiss and Mandalorian, a enduring mix. He gathered himself a second before pulling himself to his feet. The pain was excruciating but his training had prepared him for that. With a groan he stood straight and began to scan the horizon, locating the ship. He soon began shambling toward it. His body screaming its protest with every movement, but as he forced it to work, the more it submitted to him before he had control.

He arrived upon the ship crash, a large skid mark trailing to it, debris here and there, a body now and then. It was chaos, not as bad as he had seen in his life bit was still chaos. He moved toward the intact section of the ship when he spotted something... A droid, a heavily armed one. It was instinct to dive behind cover his eyes examining the metal construct through his visor. Whatever it was, it was impeding him, but he'd bid his time. And then he heard ans saw a flash of energy.