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For a moment the Misranan forest fell silent as if holding its breath for the coming impact, like a single unified thought had brought the native wildlife to realize what was following, and then the explosion hit. Fair overhead in the sky a lone blazing vehicle could be seen, arcing and hurtling downwards with plumes of smoke billowing out behind it, both from the engine fire and the sheer speed it was falling through the atmosphere. But failsafes were in place just in case of this kind of emergency, already being rapidly deployed in a desperate attempt to salvage the passengers hidden inside the surprisingly small vehicle.

The reality? A scientist catching a late night space taxi urging the driver to jump through a nebula of ionized gasses. And this was the price he was about to pay. Cydrok, formally known as Adam Noble before he decided his given name just wasn't him and chose something more suiting, found himself clutching onto the seat with his fingers, face red from the sudden pressure changes and the sheer g-force. The belts strapped over his chest currently kept him restrained in case worst came to worst, and it was about to.

But the closer the ship grew to the ground the more it managed to level up, jets firing and wings deploying, until the angle of its decline could almost be considered slight. A pity about the sheer speed they were going. The impact was violent, the first hit crushing the entire front half of the ship into one solid block, and then flipping through the air. One of the wings snapped off on a tree, only making the spinning and hurtling all the worse as chunks of burning metal were flung in all directions. Three bounces later the vehicle finally lost all of its momentum and came to a single massive crash, leaving a trail of destruction and fire in its wake.

And when the silence finally settled, the wildlife went back about its business as if nothing had happened, leaving a lone man to struggle out of the wreckage with cuts and bruises covering his body.