Xel's pod crashed into the surface, flinging open the door. Xel jumped out with her Maul ready, she was ready for the hunt. Only Cross and Gyrpa had yet landed, and there didn't seem to be anything interesting in her surroundings.
"The beauty and genius of a work of film
may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished fiction
may yet again inspire the screenplay-writer
; but when the last individual of a race of living directors, of artists,
breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again." -William Beebe, modified in memorial of the twentieth century
Su'cuy, vod, kar'laylirdarasuum me'suum!
Star Wars: The Plastic Director's Cut!