Tazzak was beginning to feel hopeful as the ship lifted off. As he checked a few of the controls that the pilot had abandoned, however, he shouted at the top of his lungs in Jawaese, drowning out his voice synthesiser, [i]"I TOLD YOU TO RESET THE SHIE-!!"[/i]

There was a bang, a loud buzz and a shower of sparks from the engine room and Tazzak stumbled back. [i]USELESS USELESS BUMBLING USELESS HUMAN![/i] He raged in his mind as he desperately scrambled for a seat to secure himself on. There was nothing to do now but wrench his eyes shut and hope that he would live.

There was an uncomfortable rumble before everything was tossed about the engine room with the crash. Tazzak opened his eyes once the rumbling had stopped and slowly turned his head to behold a loose screw driver impaled through the head cushion of the seat next to him. His eyes were so wide that their orange glow could have lit up the entire room. [i]How... many more times... am I almost going to die today?[/i] He coughed and snapped out of his stupor. The room was rapidly filling with smoke and that could only mean bad things. He had to get out. Shivering with adrenaline, he unbuckled and headed for the door, reaching it shortly after the armoured woman exited.

When he finished coughing and looked up at the silence, Tazzak cursed his fate. [i]At least one more time it seems...[/i] he thought amongst every Jawaese swear word he knew. He was too pumped with adrenaline to be afraid now. He [i]might[/i] be able to escape though. He reached back and held the handle of his own blaster pistol, waiting for the moment when it would inevitably kick off so he could spray, pray, and... he didn't exactly know. Run?