Hey Fellow Xwing Pilots. Was meaning to begin writing this short story for awhile, and started on it today. I really want to share it, so Here it is!
Orrin Freeman presents.....
The Pilot of the Tie Interceptor was going fast, too fast. He had been skillfully and mercilessly shot down by a rebel pilot, and was now hurtling towards the forest moon of Endor below him. He had lost control only moments before, and the ship now rocked violently, and spun incredibly fast. All the pilot could see outside his octagonal view port was the whirling mass of the green planetary object in front of him. In only a few minutes, if he did not take a due course of action, he would soon become a permanent resident of the forest below. He tried to think, but it was difficult, the G-forces strained on his body and mind. He moved his hand, with extreme effort, towards the lever that activated the ejector seat.
Eventually, his hand reached the lever, but he could not pull it, not yet. He was still too high up, and furthermore, the spinning wings of his ship could kill him. He had to slow down and try to reduce the spinning in order to eject with any hope of survival. Keeping his hand on the ejector seat lever, he reached for the left-hand control stick, which was along with its right-hand counterpart, were both shaking violently. After being viciously beaten away multiple times, his hand finally secured it. He pulled up hard, and due to the spinning, it was not a smooth transition from vertical to horizontal bearing.
Smooth flying wasn’t the pilot’s primary concern, he did not intend to land the ship, he just needed to stop if from rolling, and slow it down. After struggling with the ship for a precious minute he did not have to spare, the pilot eventually leveled the ship out just enough to be able to eject relatively safely. He only had a few more fleeting moments to escape this hurtling death trap. He released the control stick and pulled the ejector seat lever with all the strength he could muster. The lever didn’t move. He tried again, but it refused to release. In one final effort, he reached over with his left hand, and pulled with the combined strength of both his arms. With a sudden jolt, the lever budged, and within seconds, the pilot was outside in the open air, the wing of his ship missing him by a few feet. His Pristine Imperial Fighter, now scorched and trailing smoke, was soon far below, mutilating multiple trees in the distance, and completing its journey by splashing into a once tranquil lake.
The transition to barreling through the sky in an enclosed space to slowly drifting down in a parachute was almost startling. The Pilot looked around, trying to calculate where he would eventually land, and preparing himself for whatever circumstances his landing might bring. The Trees of Endor were tall and intimidating, if he got caught in the upper branches, he would be hundreds of feet off the ground, and the impending fall would hurt, a lot. He spotted his crashed ship in the distance, now steaming in the lake. The crash had resulted in about twenty feet of forest cleared, for the most part. The trees were so big, the small ship had mostly taken off the top half of the trees, and only the Ball cockpit was intact in the lake, the wings battle with the trees had not ended well.
The pilot tried to guide his floating chair in the general direction of the crash, but his efforts did not help much. Luckily he made it through the canopy of trees, and now only had to worry about the trunks and sparse branches of the trees. He eventually settled down about forty feet away from the bank of the lake were the greater part of his ship now resided. He removed himself from the seat, and got his bearings. He reached for his Small hand-held blaster, but It had fallen out of its holster, and he was not going to be able to find it without considerable effort. Not only was he alone on the surface of a hostile planet, but now he didn’t even have a weapon, and attaining the provisions from the now half submerged ship would be risky. He spotted a large hill in the distance, and began to slowly walk towards it, hoping that a vantage point might provide him with a glimmer of hope for survival.
If you want to read more, I will post future parts on the Off-topic forum, if I continue this.
Edited by Sir Orrin
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