[centre][h2][color=6ecff6]Varan[/color][/h2][/centre]

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The turn was subtle. It wasn't a complete veer to the right, of course, yet it was enough to feel. Varan's heartbeat raced and paced a million times quicker than it should've been as he knew that this was the point of no return. It was only 15 seconds into the plan that everyone began to start talking again. His fingers tightly wrapped around the driver's controls, he began to shut off any external links with the Empire's convoy. As he had begun to do so, Varan listened in quietly onto the conversations beginning to take place. They seemed calm, unknown to the current situation. To themselves, they seemed to be planning an escape of their own, not knowing that they were in fact being involved in Varan's. The droid was giving speeches and informative threats towards the packages, whilst the rough man who had sat in the Co-Driver's seat addressed him slightly. It was almost as if he were persuading him. [color=a36209][i]'Tusken Village, one klick east.'[/i][/color] Varan listened to these words, beginning to ponder about who he was actually taking. Where Varan was planning on taking them, or at least bringing them until departure, was some place that could permanently split any connections with family, comrades and other affiliates among the planet and galaxy. For the road ahead was but a dangerous trek, something very few have ever dared to participate in, let alone embark upon. He gave a gentle shake of his head, his breathing becoming heavier. The radio-comm link was still left on so he could hear the Imperials. They began to call in...

[color=007236]"ITC-63, come in. Report your movement! Get back on course!"[/color] The frustrated orders began to flow in from multiple callsigns. They were beginning to realise. Varan turned down the volume in hope that those behind him would not hear or become fearful. It was only a matter of time before-

[color=yellow]"BF-414, HR-412, JE-007, JU-131 and RE-919...engage the stray transporter. Said again, fire upon ITC-63!"[/color] Varan's heart stopped as he began to look at some of the screens. Cameras from the outer side of the vessel began to show the craft getting into a straight, the homestretch for survival. The speed could be turned up, as Varan did so. Without any word of warning, Varan increased the craft's speed. He fell back into his chair slightly, as the sudden jolt and roar of the mechanics going at their full potential growled through his ears. He began to whisper to himself, preaching for any signs of success. Within a few more seconds, the hell-fire ignited. It started with a unfamiliar ping, coming from the outside of the vehicle. No doubt, the speed and ping would indefinitely raise the suspicions of the crew. The ping was then followed by a second, and a third...before a rapid succession of pings let out. [i]Blaster Fire.[/i] It rained upon them as Varan could listen to the platings begin to tear apart. All he had to do was to keep moving forward, and yet there was no chance of them all escaping this alive. The vehicle began to sustain more and more hits; the imperials were beginning to show no mercy. At that moment, a single round from an imperial blaster went through the torn back-plating. It skimmed past everyone, slamming near the doorway to the cockpit. With that signified, Varan began to look for any means of extra speed. He was panicked. And when the rescuer becomes panicked, usually the crew start to worry. More and more blaster fire began to rain upon the craft, hitting harder and harder until more began to pierce through the surface's shell. Crates from the back compartment began to topple out of place, creating small and individual parts of cover from the seemingly never-ending havoc. More and more came through as the craft shook even more violently.

[color=6ecff6]"I can't keep driving straight."[/color] He mumbled to himself, fear rushing through his eyes. [color=6ecff6]"I-I've got to get off course..."[/color] Varan hesitantly shifted the craft to the left, allowing them to drive off the full hell-fire. It died down, as they aimed for the rocky areas of the isolated deserts of Tatooine. This would be it, this would be the saviour...This would be their only chance to end the tyranny. Completely unaware of what the conditions of everyone behind him were like, Varan aimed for the nearest gap. It was able to fit, if he managed to get their without dying. At this rate, dying was inevitable, despite the small glimmer of hope seeping through his veins. He drove closer. It came closer. The only saviour of this task. It was drawing nea-

A final duo of blaster rounds spiralled through the left face of the vehicle. One skimmed past the back-rest of his seat....the other found a place much more different. It hit. Full impact, of course. Varan's left arm was assaulted by endless heat and energy that it began to spasm. It caused him to shake the wheel, yelping out in complete surprise (However, pain was not the cause of this reaction, due to the prosthetics involved). The craft's wheel began to wobble around, drunkly moving from side to side as one arm was all that was left to enter what seemed to be a cave of hope. A hole burnt through his utility glove on his left arm, a few sparks flinging from the exit-wound. As the craft drew nearer and nearer to the hole, the craft swerved more and more. He began to hold his breath, the world seeming to turn silent as he attempted to thread the needle. The crawler launched its side into the cave's mouth's sides, tearing rock after rock down upon their trail. The crawler scraped against the cave's walls as it struggled to make it through, bringing an avalanche of debris behind them. Smoke and stone almost completely blinded Varan's forward view, as the crawler shook violently. Crates were now being thrown around everywhere. Varan struggled to keep himself in his seat as the painful sound of screeching metal colliding with natural material echoed throughout the rooms. As he closed his eyes, tightly edging his free hand onto the emergency brakes. The screeching ended as the Crawler came into a [url=http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/02948/caves-1_2948977k.jpg]Open spaced, shallow watered opening.[/url] The crawler's wheels attempted to grip into the soft sandy floorings as Varan hope for only the best. And at that single moment, the craft managed to dig itself deep into the sand's depth, flinging everything to a sudden halt. Gravity took its effect as Varan slipped from his seat, flying to the right side of the cockpit. His body slammed against the metal walls, causing moderate pain, as the Crawler finally found its way to [i]safety[/i] and halted...