Disco Inferno (Hurrikane

[Listeri Dalane]

Fires raged on the ship, when a flash of brown sped by the sheet of red and orange. No, no, NO! Fire, there's no fire, no fire... The smuggler thought to himself, trying to reassure the fear that sunk its claws into his soul. He sped through the hallways, flames licking at his overcoat, when he saw the familiar green light flashing through the fire. Listeri yelled and hooted in relief and joy when he saw the escape pod, as he began sprinting for the doors at an inhuman speed. Suddenly, a burst of steam popped out through the floor, sending metal shards flying. He gasped and fell over on his back, as he scrambled to get up. The inferno jumped towards him, when something horrible happened.

His hand was on fire.

Listeri howled in pain, as he rolled over trying to put out the flames. He felt the warm blood running down his arm, as charred flesh fell off his hand. He screamed curses into the air, as he tried putting it out with his overcoat. Instead, it burst into flames, as he jumped away. He slammed his hand into the ground, as the fire slowly went away. His expression became one of pure and sheer shock an terror as he saw the husk of what was once his right hand. Blood was flowing out of various wounds, seeping into various cracks and holes. Bone jutted out from his knuckles as bits and pieces of his skin still clung to it. Listeri weakly got up, growing woozy and tired from the blood loss. He trudged past a small opening, barely avoiding the steam, as he collapsed onto the floor in one of the escape pods. Instinctively, his right hand grasps for the bench to bring himself up, but he cries out in pain when it touches the cold hard metal. Barely supporting himself as he leaned forward, he pressed a small number of buttons, as the doors slammed shut. A hiss sounded as it suddenly lurched, now flying away from the ship. A small hum sounds through the speakers, notifying him that the distress signal went out. His eyelids shut, as he succumbs to his tiredness. Yes...Sleep...

 

[Hurrikaine]

Tatooine
Mos Eisley

Hurrikaine lurked the morning streets of Tatooine, trailing through the dust-ridden streets. Few were awake this early in the morning. He stepped right into an alleyway, three meters down he turned and faced a door in the wall. The hydraulics of the entrance slid the door open for the Shard, allowing him to walk in. The room was dark with little light coming in. Sandstone had shed grains of sand and dust onto the floor. The small humble abode was far from being grand, or even comfortable. This was his punishment, his self-imposed exile. He stalked across the room, each heavy footfall was accompanied by a loud thudding. He crossed the room to a station full of electronics, the only one in the home. Bits and pieces resembled something akin to the machinery within the Human Replica Droid he inhabited. It left others to wonder if he had begun dismantling himself. He motioned his hand and the hologram lit up. Before he could access his personal archives, he saw a bleep. A distress signal. Curious, he thought to himself. Hurrikaine reached out and detached a handheld scanner, placing it into the folds of his red and black striped robes. He turned and fled from his home, standing in the alleyway he looked up to the skies above, waiting to see if he could see anything from which this distress beacon had come from.

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[Listeri Dalane]

As the escape pod sped towards the surface of Tatooine, the room slowly grew warmer as it breached the atmosphere. Through his haze of lapsing in and out of consciousness, Listeri groaned at the feeling of heat. The pod rocked and shook, sending the smuggler sliding in various directions, smearing a thick line of blood across the shining floor. Suddenly, he jerked and slammed his head against a bench. A strangled cry escaped from his mouth, as blood began flowing from the side of his head, joining the red pool that lay at his feet. The pod slammed against the surface, sending a wave of sand flying into the air. However, Listeri was silent the whole time, even as he jerked and bashed against the walls and the floor. It slowed, as wisps of sand and sediment fluttered in the air.

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