Wondering through the realm of space in a hyperspace, he abruptly put the ship to a stop with a movement of his hand along the panel. Ten minutes had past since the announcement to the new un-named partner of his, she he probably would be cured by the technological help.

Coming to a abrupt stop, he took a slow stand, staring through the glass window toward the planet before them. The round ball, holding the same gravity as many other planets in the Republic. His eyes glued to the screen, as he thought thorougly; motionless in the realm of space; to himself. Falling to his seat, he placed his hand along the navigational stick. Its smooth black frame, cascaded by the hand as he firmly placed his eyes ahead. His eyebrows frowned downward in a expression of discomfort that wondered in his brain.

A cold chill ran through the cockpit at that moment, as if darkness was clouding it. His teeth tightened, feeling as though the aura of every breath had came from him, but something darker had resided to the planet. The subconscious of the youth had told him this, without even a split second of another thought.

Rolling his hand, placing pressure upon the navigational stick, the ship blazed downward toward the planet. A crushing wind came to them as they reached through the atompshere, diving toward the ground in a suicidal form. Barking through the leaves, and banging against forest leaves, they came to a harsh crash against the ground. Tightening his grip upon he navigational stick, his eyes were grasped by the leaves that sprouted around the craft windows.

Coming to a stand, he gradually manuevered through the ship. His feet bouncing in a vibration of sound along the hallow surface, with it echoing through the isolation near the engine room. Standing completely motionless, he placed his head down. His orange over garb, and white under shirt, which hung loosely over his waist, clashed nicely with his shuffled, smooth fabriced pants. Ruffled upon his back was a holster, with holding a kanata from the old age of the planet they stood immobile upon.

"Whatever your name is...Lets get out of this dump." He stated, gesturing hsi hand along the ship, revealing what "dump" ment. A grunt of discomfort from the words blazed from the cockpit where his partner resided.

Ignoring it, Ahmad grasped upon the ground where his handle of his lightsaber laid. Grasping tightly upon it, he brought it to his waist area where a strap was neatly be placed. Strapping it upon the chain, that secured it from being robbery, and enabled him to swiftly adjust his hands upon it to manuever it out.

Stepping with a lul sound to the entrance of the ship, he placed his hand upon a button to enable their movement outward upon the world. Followed by the armored figure, the boosted out onto the warm planet.