(Were Stro'to here, Stro'to would certainly have thought very loudly that this is the kind of thing one thinks, not says, to one's superiors.)

"You and that blasted data cord are the reason we're in this mess at all," Fennec retorts as she braces herself against the chair across from the Zabrak, keeping her blaster trained on him.

"I knew you were going to bring that up, even when the mole was your chief of security," Bane complains as he reaches the front of the shuttle, pulling off a panel beside the pilot's chair as he begins to examine the wires within.

"Then I don't know why you're objecting to us making this mess your fault, since it clearly is," Xizran sneers crushingly.

Bane ignores the Falleen.

"All right," he informs them, "I should be able to hotwire this thing to reroute power for long enough to get the turbine working for a short time. No idea how long it will last until it gives out, so we're going to want to time it pretty close to the planet's surface."

"How close?" Asks Fennec, narrowing her eyes.

"I don't know, as close as we can get," Bane replied unhelpfully. "I'll eyeball it once we're down there."

The Zabrak shoots him a concerned glance as he continues to hold the falling vessel as steady as he can.

“One can get extremely close if one crashes it. Do that and you’re dead, Zabrak,” Xizran seems to feel this needs to be clarified with this particular pilot.

The Zabrak looks unsure if this is a threat or simply a statement of the obvious, but either way it certainly seems to be a fate he hopes to avoid.

They continue to drop through the atmosphere, the outside of the shuttle glowing red hot due to the speed of their entry, as below them a number of lush, green restoration zones extend in a honeycomb fashion, separated by glowing walls formed of something akin to a deflector shield. In the far distance the blackened and hazy landscape of the unrestored planet is visible, beyond the border of the outmost restoration zones.

"Is this one of the Ithorian controlled zones?" Fennec calls to the Zabrak over the noise of the hull which has begun to shutter violently.

"No idea," the Zabrak calls back through gritted teeth as he attempts to keep his grip on the controls. "But I think we're beyond the point where we have a choice. Be thankful if we make it down alive."

Xizran's expression suggests that if he is, that thankfulness definitely won't be directed at either the zabrak or Bane.

Bane has risen to glance out of the viewport and then down at the altitude indicator on the control board in front of the Zabrak.

"Tell me when we hit 2000 meters," he instructs as he crouches to peer into the opened panel once more.

"2000 meters?" Repeats the Zabrak, frowning down at Bane. "You sure that will give us enough time to slow our descent?"

"You want to come down here and hotwire this thing, genius?" Bane retorts.

“He may end up needing to if you’re as good at that as you are everything else you’ve done so far,” Xizran says nastily.

Bane ignores Xizran, waiting for the Zabrak.

"4000 meters," reads off the Zabrak at length. "3000 meters," he reads off shortly after, his tone growing more tense. Then finally, "2000 meters!"

Bane fiddles with the wires which give a spark. A moment later the shuttle gives a violent jolt as the right turbine kicks in once more, slowing its fall and tilting up the right side of the shuttle as the Zabrak strains to maintain control of the vehicle.

OOC: Bane Malar rolled 18. Repair Check.

"Better strap yourselves in!" The Zabrak calls to them through gritted teeth as through the viewport before them the rugged hills, cliffs and forests of the restoration zone rapidly approach.

Xizran loses no time in doing so.

"No shavit, Sharlok," says Bane as he hastily clambers into the seat behind the Zabrak, fastening his harness. Across from him Fennec does the same, not taking her eyes or blaster off the Zabrak.

Moments later the shuttle collides with the grassy, rugged ground. It gives a shudder as the middle section of the shuttle buckles, before with an ear splitting crack it breaks in half entirely. The front section, in which the Zabrak, Bane and Fennec are seated skids across the ground before being hurtled over the side of a cliff, tumbling down and crashing into the forest below, searing through several trees before it comes to rest lopsided against a towering keshtor tree. Atop the cliff the rear section in which Xizran is seated bounces across the ground, spinning over and over as the bodies of the Rodian and hawk-nosed man are hurled out, before it finally comes to a halt, slamming into a large, jutting rock. Xizran's harness snaps with the impact and he is sent flying forward. His head hits something hard and he remembers no more.

OOC: End of Chapter V...