[i]On the far side of the slave camp[/i]…

There was a rush of hot air as Lord Vader's TIE fighter hurtled out of the clear blue sky. It screamed towards the grassy slopes some twenty kilometers from the small dwelling visible to the west. There was a loud crack as it hit the ground and the sky was lit by an explosion that would make Michael Bay weep. Nothing moved for several minutes. Then Vader strode out of the still-smouldering wreckage. His space station had exploded, his ship had crashed, and he was stranded on some Force-forsake planetoid.
The Dark Lord of the Sith was not pleased.

((I apologize for the excess use of adjectives. It's my first RP.))