Never try to screw a Hapan woman over, she'll have your head.

Kavan should have followed his old brother-in-arms' recommendation. He had honestly thought that Tonyh was overreacting when he told him about his ideas for piracy and thief in the Cluster. His infochant was a darn good one and he trusted her. He never got to find out who actually betrayed him in his crew, because it had to be one of them. If they weren't already dead, he would kill them himself. He hated being double-crossed. He had no qualms about having blood on his hands when the end justified the means; but betraying your captain? That was bullshit. That Ducha Wlady must have paid really well, or threatened even worse. He had no idea, and right now he didn't care.

He hadn't expected to have a bounty hunter after his own head. That was a first, or maybe the other ones had just been too dumb to get anywhere close to him. Whatever the reason, he hated seeing a good career going down in flames, especially literal fucking flames.

The bounty hunter had sneaked on the Death Rider, and got through two of his crew members before anyone realized what was happening. He was good, too good to his taste. They had been over Dathomir at that time, and when he found out that the hyper drive had been sabotaged, he had tried to set a landing course towards the bloody jungle planet. Not that he had any wish to go there, but it had sounded like a smart plan at the time. That was until it was only him, a ship in flames, and a bounty hunter at his throat, trying not to trip over dead bodies.

Even with years spent in the military, Kavan had actually feared for his life, and the bruises and cuts on his body were a testimony of how bad the fight had been. He was almost surprised he hadn't lose a limb or an eye in the process. At least he would be surprised if he had time for such luxury. Alarms were already blaring and the ship's engines were on their way to eternity when he caught his breath after ending the bounty hunter. He had no way out. Just none.

All he could do was using the last few capacities of the ship to crash in a way that would ensure he would stay alive. Doing manual catastrophic landing was something he did a few times in his life, but never to that extent.

When the trees smashed into the viewport, he knew it would now slow him enough so he could use the next few minutes to gther whatever supplies he still had accessible despite the ship being in flames.

Putting a few ration bars, medical necessities, and extra weapons, a vague change of clothing, and an empty water bottle, in a backpack, he was propelled against a wall, which would result in another scrape and likely a horrible bump, based on the immediate headache.

The ship was on ground, and he didn't have much time before a likely explosion. Slipping his arms into the straps of the pack, he rushed through a nearby hole in the hull, and jumped outside, running as fast as he still could, not caring about the pain and exhaustion.

He didn't look back but the explosion's blast was still close enough that it threw him into the air, thankfully crashing into a muddy pit. Struggling to his knees, he dragged himself to a nearby rock, and sat on it to catch his breath.