Argyyle entered the hangar in a blur of agitation. They were going to have to do something about grandfather. He was a constant drain on their resources. Upon seeing his beloved speeder, however, Argyyle immediatley begain to calm down. He had hand built the speeder himself, and there was none like it in the galaxy. He leapt to the seat, careful to fasten his harness about himself, then powered up and launched. The top of his head barely cleared the now lowering hangar bay doors.
As he powered along, he continued to ponder lifes little imponderables, like why space was black, why grandfather was deteriorating, why his father was the way he was, and his sister... He was so deep in thought that he failed to notice the "low fuel" warning on his skimmer. Argyyle checked the controlls, and realized hed had his thumb on the afterburner for QUITE some time. Odd...He had taken much longer flights than this in the past and had the burners on the entire time, without being even near low on fuel. Something was wrong. Argyyle punched the emergency repulsor lifts, but that did little or no good. Argyyle brought his ship down in the dense jungle, wincing as branches slapped and smacked his beautiful skimmer. Something hit him, HARD, jarring him. Argyyle lost controll of the vehical, but controll was irrelevant. The vehical was about as controllable as a brick. The skimmer smashed through the last 15 feet of forest, snapping Argyyle's restraint harness and throwing him free. Argyyle's last thought before he lost consciousness was of the repair work he was going to have to do. |