Thu Sep 09, 2010 4:22 am by Lord Carnifex
When Carnifex looked down upon Malachor, he was genuinely puzzled. The brochures he had for Malachor suggested it was a lovely green planet, not a floating rock. He took the brochure again, this time studying it more closely. "What the kriff..." He muttered. When he actually read what was on the front page, he noticed it was made around 4000 years BBY. How it survived 4000 years some may ask? Carni's half-wit writer had absolutely no idea, and he didn't feel like thinking about it, so he decided it was an act of God. Anyway, soon, the Rusty Bucket was transformed into a ball of fire as it's hull started ionizing in the atmosphere. His hands were clenched around the control yoke so hard that they turned white, the entire ship was shaking, then suddenly, Carni was hit in the head by a rusty bolt that was holding two pieces of the ship's hull plates together. It hit his head with a loud "DLEN!" and Carni's world was spinning. Soon however, his focus came back when he noticed one of the plates threatening to permanently leave the ship. "Oh Sithspit...."
-Carni-
RHEA GET YOUR BLOODY choobies OVER HERE DO YOU HEAR ME!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!
The control board was flashing red, indicating hull breach. "You don't say." Carni thought as he slammed his fist into the board. Right now, they were way off course, they were headed for the Academy, but now, they would land a few hundred miles west of it. Just before they left the atmosphere, mind numbing alarms went off, followed by those damned red lights and fire supressors, covering Carnifex in thick foam from head to toe, as the control board he hit earlier short circuited and caught fire. A storm cloud appeared over Carni's head, lightnings flashing, as he sat there white in foam, eyes squinted. Under his breath, he was muttering a lovely serie of profanities which are not suited for a public thread.
So when they finally burst through the atmosphere, the shaking somewhat stopped, but the controlls were screwed and he could barely keep the Bucket on course and in one piece. "Sithspit..." He muttered as a large poitny hill grew larger and larger in the viewport. There was no way he could lift her in time to avoid impact, but at least they would hit the bottom of the ship. At this point, Carni gave up. He just calmly closed his eyes, put his hand on his forehead and shook his head in disbelief. He didn't even react when the tip of the hill ripped across the bottom of the ship. When he looked up, he saw a clearing they could land in. Quickly, he grabbed the yoke and started maneuvering the damned thing, and he more or less succeeded. They neared the ground, the repulsors kicked in, then just before they touched the ground, the crapped up and died, and they slammed hard on the barren surface of Malachor.
He cursed again, got up from the chair, and stormed right out and kicked at the boarding ramp. He screamed in pain and anger as his leg got numb, then unleashed a powerful Force Push at the ramp, yanking it from the rest of the ship. He got out, fuming with anger, flailing his hands like a mad man, cursing and spitting..."Crap...can things get any worse?"
He said, then regretted saying it the second the words escaped his lips. For a large storm beast appeared behind him, sniffing around his neck and drooling on his shoulder, probably thinking about a nice lunch. Once again, he closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. "RHEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"............