What is it about the quiet of space that makes you so intrigued by tales of death?

For Caredetru, exactly that. The silence of utter blackness served only to highten his desire for the screams of bloodied victims as their bowels were torn assunder and strewn about the tip of a sword. Possibly the utter blackness aided the matter. Yes, the blackness of a Verpine's curdelled inky fluids upon a stalk of grass resembled greatly the distances between stars.

Caredetru contemplated all assossiations between the end of atmosphere and the end of life as his non-existant pupils scanned illuminated letters. He rested himself in the cockpit of the Stonewall Jackson Y-Tie, reading a holobook volume of the history of Brachendask Ulrokist - the famed swordmaker. He glanced up, over the top of his spectacles and out through the windows of his cockpit.

Across the way, a Purple and white CR90 corvette glided along side, seemingly motionless due to the fact that it was travelling at the same speed. There were other ships of various types and colors, all doing the same job as Caredetru: escorting an unimportant ship into an uninhabited region for no apparent reason. They payed, however, and that was all Caredetru needed.

The planet below seemed unreachably far or unreasonably small. What features that Caredetru could discern were of no great interest. It was green, though lush may not be the best adjective. There were sparse patches of trees scattered among the flowing meadows. A pool of light cerulean appeared on the landscape every few minutes as the orb rotated. There were no visible settlements among the plains, but Caredetru was not alarmed. The nearby orange sun cast nice shadows and illuminated the features well. It seemed a pleasant little corner of the galaxy.

A flash of violet.
A popping noise.
A smell of toasting Tarisian red nuts.
And a violent shuttering of Caredetru's hull.

It wasn't long before He realised that his ship was plummeting into the atmosphere of the planet.

Duvnar after failing to collect a bounty of a man named Jon, he decided to collect more easy bounties. One's that didn't involve killing four dozen commandos. This bounty was simillar the last one but small scale. He, Ejii and Gwazi disguised themselves as refugees on a ship being escorted. The commander of the ship was the target, a weak man with few security. The real protection were the starfighters. Then all the sudden who knew what the escorts began loseing control and started plummiting towards the planet surface. This was the perfect opportunity to get the kill. Ejii and Gwazi have cover fire killing what few security volunteers there were while Duvnar got into the bridge. The commander stood alone no doubt was enjoying some peace and quiet before the sudden commotion. The commander turned around only to see a sword being swung at him before his head was sliced clean off. His head broke through the bridge window with such force and was blown back in space smacking against the cockpit of some of the security ships also plummiting.

(OOC: That could be your ship if you can Cared).

But the ship was still going to crash, Ejii and Gwazi came in the bridge then and took controls while Gwazi took the lead piloting.

Duvnar: "Let's try to just get through this alive!"
Ejii: "Activating the shields!"
Gwazi: "Turning off the engines!"
Duvnar: "Full speed ahead!"

The ship being much bigger than the others had much more weight making it fall much faster so it was the first to crash, it landed front first just crushing into the ground becoming almost as flat as a pancake. It stopped a few feet ahead of the three bounty hunters. They got lucky.