We’ll make it out
That was all that was going through Quips’ brain as he forced himself to try and sit up.
The crash was bad yeah, but that doesn’t mean we failed to make it out, surely someone else is alive?
Then Quips heard it, movement, the sound of scraping metal and others asking for help or to know if they’re not the only survivors.
Quips began pushing at the shard of the hanger door which currently left him trapped, it was wedged in deep, but with luck, it just might budge.
One, two, three
another firm push, it budged slightly.
That’s good, it only gave a little, but it still gave
Another shove, then the sound of clanking metal, something fell in front of the clone. It was an EMP grenade.
This should come in handy
As Quips strapped the grenade to his belt, his hand stroked something. It was a blaster pistol. Quips grabbed it. The pistol was fully loaded. He placed it against the metal sheet, shooting a hole through it. Quips repeated the process, striking three more holes in the metal. He pushed again, it began to bend, but it wasn’t quite enough.
Looking down, Quips saw something in the faint glow of the flames which surrounded them; his rifle. Slowly crawling down, Quips grabbed the blaster, undid a small latch, and collapsed the barrel. He oriented the blaster so the stock was pointed towards the bent metal shard, and with all his might brought it down. The metal bent up, sending a chunk of dirt into the brush of the forest. Quips threw his rifle out of the debris, and crawled out from the wrecked ship, stopping for a moment to free his cloak from a piece of shrapnel which has pierced it.
Well He thought while looking at the hole in his cloak I can patch this up later
Free from the Debris, Quips grabbed his rifle and scanned his surrounding, seeing someone bearing a helmet decorated with a falcon.