"Skids down in ten minutes."
The call came out, and only then did Kyle finally unshackle himself from the crash webbing that held him to his seat. The last leg of the journey had gone without incident, but only because they had come into orbit far from Coronet and weaved through the trees and mountains of the planet surface to avoid detection. That took some time to navigate and included many sharp turns and sudden drops of altitude to stay below detection range. It also meant dodging other spacecraft, cities, and anyone who could spot them. At one point they even set down in a field while a patrol ship flew by in the distance.
Now Coronet was on the horizon. Stealth had been thrown to the wind as they blitz into the city limits. They lacked the proper codes to land anywhere and that meant only one option; jumping. Moving to the back of the starship, Kyle readied himself for what was to come. His robe was tightened around his body and his shoulder bag secured. It held what few belongings he had and risked bringing along. Clothes. Food rations. A few scraps of his prison uniform that he kept as a memento to the horrible prison sentence the Empire had visited upon him, lest he forget.
"Five minutes. Prepare for drop."
Smashing his fist into the control panel caused the hatch to open, revealing rooftops zipping by below. He kept his eyes on the ground, ignoring the concerned and bewildered looks of the crew behind him. When he first escaped the Inquisition prison he had a hard time moving after being held in tight captivity for so long. Jumping had been the hardest. His feet had felt like anchors that weighed him down. The Jedi had helped him shake the rust and overcome his damaged body. Now he was confident in himself that he could make the jump, that the force was his one true ally and it would not let him down. He was not afraid. He was more at peace now that he had been in years.
"Drop now!"
The starship decelerated sharply, throwing Kyle against the bulkhead. The blur of rooftops slowed down, but never stopped. They could not risk slowing down that much. There was no hesitation as he threw himself out the door and into the cool air. The noise of the engines was left behind as the silence of the open air engulfed his body. His robes and hair danced in the freefall. The ground came up fast, though, and he was prepared. The force slowed his fall, pulling him back, and allowing him to hit the ground and shoulder roll to safety.
Coming up to his feet he looked around. It was a steelyard. Sheets of metal and machinery littered the large yard. It was otherwise empty. Must be closed today, or closed forever perhaps. The fallen Star Destroyer had destroyed a huge chunk of the Industrial District. A lot of businesses, even those not physically destroyed, could have also suffered the economic fallout and went out of business. Regardless, this was where he was suppose to land. The Resistance was to be along shortly to pick him up. Checking his chrono, though, he noticed that he was well ahead of schedule. It would be awhile before they showed up for him. He was not afraid. There was little the Empire could do to him that it had not already, and besides, it wasn't as if they knew he was coming.
In the meantime he found a couple of crates to sit against that hid him from most angles. It would suffice for now.
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