@resistthis: “ this would be a cool way to die. ” | accepting
Stranded on an uninhabited planet with their only way out lost to the dark depths beyond the cliffs they were on was far from the outcome either of them had desired. Lack of daylight was another problem and unknown creatures were lurking out of sight, disturbed by the presence of trespassers.
But if there were a silver lining to this, it'd be that both he—blaster rifle secured on his shoulder and all—along with Poe managed to escape their downed shuttle. That, and Eron used the Force to pull the pilot out of the transport towards him before it tumbled down the edge.
Eron reached for his comlink once his companion settled to the side, attempting to make contact with the base, but all he received was garbled static until it made no more sound. He huffed out a curse under his breath, shoving the device back into the pocket of his jacket, figuring he'd deal with it later. For now, they had to improvise with what little equipment they each carried and survive through the night, or until how many days it'd take for the Resistance to realize something had gone horribly wrong.
He moved to sit next to Poe, placing his rifle on his lap, snorting at the other man's effort at lightening the mood. He could always count on Poe for such a thing. "Yeah, the view's pretty nice," he replied, gazing up at the night sky.
Stars were shining across the horizon, painting it an ethereal hue of silver and brilliant white—a comforting image he often saw on Ossus whenever he'd snuck out of the temple grounds to climb up the nearby hills and lose himself in wonder. Turning back to look at Poe, he added, "But, y'know, I wouldn't exactly call dying from hunger or thirst in the ass end of the galaxy 'cool'."
