And so the Galleon reached the planet. "Damn, I wanted to watch at least one of the stuff on my backlogs..." Norvil noticed how it was moving down closer to the planet. "Duuuude... trippy..." Norvil reflected as he felt a bit of motion sickness. He decided the most sane course of action, was to run back to his quarters. So he did, mostly to grab some air-freshener. Then, he realized. Air-freshener wouldn't do anything for the stuff [i]inside[/i] the suit. He frowned as he grabbed a canoe paddle he saved from one of his journeys, before meeting the crew. It would have helped if he wasn't up that creek without a paddle, probably would have had kept the friendship with the guys back on that planet. 

Norvil armed with a Canoe Paddle ran from the ship and flung his paddle wildly, for a good thirty seconds before realizing something. He couldn't do ranged with a paddle. Norvil gulped in as he jumped down. "Pleasedontdiepleasedontdiepleasedontdiepleasedontdie...." He muttered out through some choked tears, kinda nervous about the whole ordeal. 

And then he landed on the planet, with his canoe paddle intact, with another impact mark. "I guess we didn't do more damage to this place than those guys right?" He said staring at the mooks going on a evil and vile spree of destroying stuff. "...No Canoe? Oh. Should I have left my paddle then?"