Another Happy Landing

Orbital defences cracked the very air within the ships as Ned and Mark were jostled forcefully off their feet onto the cold grating below. Around them were a few mercenaries they had hired, the majority of them being Duros; blue skinned and red eyed aliens. These mercs were just as tossed as they were, hisses resounding off of durasteel bulkheads and modules. 

"Mark I am so getting you to owe me a favour for this!"

"WH-Why!? I didn't do- Anyth-hing...! " The ship rattled as a nearby detonation of tibanna gas almost sparked their thrusters.

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Ned scoffed at his chat as new members of his stream argued and mocked him... This was the life he had chosen and now he was slightly regretting it. Before he could digest his disdain for the uselessness of chat another blast threw him against the navigation console, several warning buttons flaring as the nav-droid began chaotically moving it's fingers across the station.

"Console has been destroyed, please prepare for imminent crash." Its voice was so cool and unemotional that one would think they weren't dropping from the very skies of an abandoned jungle world.

"GET IN THE CHAIRS, WE'RE GOING DOWN!" Ned yelled out as a blast actually struck the wing of their ship and sent it into a spin, both of them reaching out to a chair and holding on for dear life.

"Can't-speak-sorry..." Ned spoke individual words as he was literally spun around and around, the nose of the ship pointing towards the jungle canopy of Taris below. To make matters worse Yuna's ship began to slow and dive beside their own ship, a readout on his personal tablet showing this manoeuvre.

A beep followed and the pissed tone of Yuna bleeped out like a sensor sound for too many slurs. "Ned-" The words were interrupted for a second as he resisted the urge to soil himself, "you die I am goin-" It cut out once more... "kill you!" Tibanna gas compressed and exploded at the front of the ship where the broadcast was being projected, the angered form of his Mandalorian friend blinking out with a flare of bright green flame.

"Fuuuck....!!!!" He could now see the ground slowly, no, no... quickly, approaching them. The mercenaries cried out as many fell out, the last blast sundering limbs from bodies or simply creating intense shrapnel, killing them instantly.

"THAT FUCKING PLANET!!!!!!!!" Ned was screaming as the ship spun backwards, hitting the first of the great jungle trees.

"Don't swear at chat Ned! This is FINE! We're... GOING TO BE FIIIIIIINNNNNNNNEEEEE....AHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Mark was just as scared as Ned was, the two of them joining eachother in a ritual fear ritual... As another tree pierced and shredded away the nav-droid which had been belted into pilot seat of the ship.

*Sighs*>

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Ned begged the system to 'caste' it for him but was left sputtering around his plasteel armour for the damned device that would do as the elder said... Branches passed by now as Mark was screaming still, his tailed heads flapping upwards in the wind as Yuna's ship braked hard and began to careen at a safe angle roughly north of their current crash location.

His fingers fumbled a bit more and almost sent it careening out of the front hole of the ship, but alas, he got a grip and activated the device... An anti-weapons shield pillowing out before them, mildly transparent and just as frightening to look at the crash out of.

"THAT'S... THAT'S GOING TO DO NOTHING!" Mark tried to crawl upwards, feeling the pain in his arms grow slightly as he was slammed against the remaining floor grates like a windchime in a hurricane. 

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The chat devolved into a stupid argument as Ned was shunted out of the open hole in the ship and thrust into the side of the tree, free-falling onto branch after branch until after thirty feet of falling he crunched into the lush flora below and the piss-laden dirt of Taris.

"Uuu-Ughhh... I- hate flying... Never going on an aeroplane again..."

"I-" He paused to cough out blood as several splinters of wood poked out from his body, " I guess it could be called a happy landing then..." He rolled over onto his back as stims clattered all over the ground near him, his hand desperately grasping towards one he could feel nearby.

An explosion roiled above him as metal bulkheads and coils fell from above, his friend still screaming as he descended into a pool of nearby water, his fall cushioned somewhat from the overarching effects of their 'happy landing'. Ned didn't have time to curse his own luck though, he was too busy curling into a ball in the hopes that he could dodge one of the metal fragments that looked to be heading in his direction.

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Ned, yet again, despite his chats ignorance to the matter, was too busy surviving as the tree began bowing in his direction, a stim being shoved into his own leg as he leapt up and forwards.

"OOOOWWWW!!!" The splinters flexed inside of him as his muscles propelled him forwards, the tree slamming behind him as the remainder of the ship collapsed into an unseen chasm below, the echoes of metallic screeches and scrapes continuing until the sounds faded into obscurity. 

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Ned slumped to the ground as Mark crested from the water, his leg bent in a ninety degree angle as the pain filter of the game had kicked in and nullified that extreme of sensation from being transmitted.

"Ned! Help! My leg isn't a leg anymore... It's more like a spoon!?"

Groaning from the pain of his wounds, which he noted weren't fatal, Ned slowly scraped himself over the floor of the jungle next to his ally, which he then proceeded to stab a stim into... Right in the tit. 

"OUCH! Fuc- Oooooooooo.... THAT IS SPICY LEVELS OF PAIN..." He dropped backwards and began rolling backwards and forwards in pain as his health bar slowly rose from dull red to bright yellow, his previously bent leg returning to normal.

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'For fuck sakes... my chat is annoying... I need mods'

...

In the science district of Taris...

"Khem, buddy, could you please check this room out for me?" Tony pointed into an enclosed room that he suspected was a laboratory. 

"Khem, eat, whatever, is inside?"

"Yeah sure bud! Whatever meat you find in there is yours."

The monster stepped forwards and began sniffing the air as lights flickered on, continuing to flicker incessantly as the power source for this place was barely puttering out any energy.

'I should be happy that any power is still on at this point...' His thoughts slowed down as he entered behind his companion, finding hundreds of data pads and a full suit of armour. It looked Japanese inspired at the start but quickly melded with western armour deigns as it had large flanged shoulder pauldrons. 

Based off of the designs he had seen from the Sith, this armour matched the brutal ethics behind the design... Each element of it was pitch black and even the helm, which was definitely a samurai helm, gleamed in polished onyx lacquer. 

"Wooo baby, daddy just got himself a new set of armour it seems!" Tony strutted up to the armour and unequipped his own, hoisting the armour off of its stand and throwing it into his inventory.

{Kuroi Kishi's Mantle-

Type: Light Armor Chest-piece

Level: 56Armor Rating:

672 (Light armour provides moderate protection, prioritizes mobility)

Durability: 120/120 (Standard for crafted or high-tier gear at this level)

A sleek, black robe with angular, obsidian-plated shoulders and chest, accented by crimson runes glowing faintly with Sith energy. The design features a high collar and a flowing lower half, reminiscent of a Samurai's hakama melded with a knight's tabard.

Primary Stat:

+245 Willpower (Boosts Force power and damage/healing output)

Secondary Stats:

+180 Endurance (Increases health pool for survivability)

+120 Power (Enhances Force ability damage/healing)

+90 Critical Rating (Increases chance of critical hits with Force attacks)

Set Bonus: (2-piece bonus)

1 Piece- Force Mastery, Increases Force critical chance by 5%

2 Pieces- Force Undulation, Increases Power by 10%

~𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘒𝘢𝘢𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘪 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪'𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳-𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤. 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.~ }

"Damn this baby is a set-piece? I have to find the other part, a 10% increase in power is powerful!"

Khem Val was sulking in the corner, smacking its head into an empty metal cabinet... It seemed the chamber not having any meat was making the monster sad...

"C'mon bud, we'll go kill some Rakghouls for you? Sound good?"

"Fine..."

Tony scooped all of the data pads into his inventory and strutted out of the room, his new armour glowing slightly with his force powers... This armour was certainly feeling good on him.

'With all this luck, I feel I should be saying thanks to someone. Maybe god...? Nah.'

Somewhere in the jungle Ned was trying to stand, a sneeze making him fall to the ground again as Mark began laughing at him.

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