Cyran was a little confused when the speeder started going faster, but hey, it meant getting to their destination quicker. At least that's what the Duros thought. However, this weird rest mist like stuff started taking over. "Hey uh..." Cyran then looked over at the women beside him. Who he saw was moving her mouth.
The next thing he knew was that he was flung from his seat. Being raised up and over the speeder. The only being held by his leg was suddenly being dragged across the ground behind the vehicle. At first he was just really confused. But soon after he realized what was happening he was feeling the pain of being dragged across the ground at high speeds. Especially over such rough, hard terrain. Leaving behind a trail of dust as he body ungracefully tumbled behind after each little bump or rock hit him on the way.
When they finally got to their destination and stopped he was in a rough place. One, he was really dirty. Two, he needed some medical help. He could barely tell that they had stopped, his head was spinning and his vision was blurry after an good hit a rock got on his head. His already pretty featureless face was seemingly smoothed out even more, and his neck felt pretty crooked. The next thing he knew he was off the ground, and all he could see was the blurry image of the supernatural women. The next thing he felt was the sudden feeling her tongue against his cheek. When she finally walked away from him he fell back down even as the ichor was beginning to heal him.
Slowly he got up to his knees and was able to see clearly again. Looking over he saw what the situation was, but was much less enthused about moving along with there mission. "But the show must go on..." Cyran simply said to himself. His voice still as gritty as always. Getting up e drew his blaster and joined the group.