Rex regained consciousness in time to see that he was crashing. He caught glimpses of white puffy clouds and an ocean of endless blue.

Naboo? Fek. The last thing I am going to see before I die are those shabla Gungans. Life if fekkin' cruel. Gah. Not here.

He reached his arms forward, straining against the restraints to get to the controls. Thoughts of Gungans lent a new urgency to his movements. The restraints had locked up with all of the wild motions and spinning of the ship. He was able to get one arm forward enough to reduce his descent velocity, and felt some of the shaking and spinning around him reduce... somewhat. But, it probably wasn't going to be enough. He had no idea what hitting the water at these speeds would do to him or the ship. He needed to reach the controls.

I'm not dying on a planet with Gungans.

Knowing he would probably regret this, Rex released him from the restraints so he could more easily reach the control panel. Just as his hands gripped the joystick, the ship decided to buck and spin wildly again. Rex was torn out of his seat and thrown clear across the cabin. As his head smacked into the bulkhead, his last conscious thought was: 'I probably should've kept my bucket on.'

He came to with a groan, hands going up to his aching head. He forced his eyes open and immediately regretted it. Everything was just a blur, and even what he could see was doubled.

He brought his hands back down before his eyes.

That's strange. I never had four hands before.

It slowly occurred to his addled brain that he might have a concussion.

Right. I'll just call Coric. He'll fix it, then later give me some sort of lecture about being more careful, (which I'll politely ignore.)

As Rex stared at his hands, and the blood on his fingertips, he started to remember where he was. He couldn't call Coric, because the Resolute had vanished along with everyone else he cared about and everything he ever known. He was completely on his own, wherever it was he was now.

He stared out the forward viewscreen and noticed it was dark. And, bubbly.

Until something huge and white swam by with a dorsal fin. And, teeth. Lots of teeth.

Rex startled, as his brain tried to sort through the images and then remembered the last thing he'd seen before the ship had crashed. Ocean. Endless ocean.

That's right. Shabla Naboo. I crashed underwater.

Simple enough, just need to get the ship back into space, and get out of here before I have to deal with any Gungans.

He shuddered and had images of the ship being destroyed by well meaning do-gooders saying things like: "But, me-sah want to help you!" He quickly pulled out his twin blasters to double-check the charges. Good full power.

Rex refused to accept the possibility that the ship had been damaged, (like his head), and that he might be stuck here for any amount of time. He made his way back to the pilot's chair and sank down into it. He grabbed a sani-wipe out of his belt pouch, and cleaned his hands quickly. He didn't want to get blood on the controls. He'd have to deal with his head later.

The ship still had power and the nav computer was online. He ran a check of all systems, trying to ignore the constant aching and pounding in his head, and the occasional doubling of his vision. The ship seemed to be intact.

Guess I do a better job of crashing than Skywalker.

But, the nav computer couldn't get a fix on his location. Without knowing exactly where he was, he couldn't set coordinates to get back to where he started, (last known location of the Resolute.) He tried entering the nav-points for Naboo into the system, but instantly received an error-code back.

Huh?

I'm not on kriffin' Naboo? Home of the shabla' Gungans?

Rex began quickly scanning through his HUD, trying to find other planets similar in profile to Naboo. He tapped them in one after another, but kept getting the same message error code back.

NO MATCH FOUND. PLANET NOT IN DATABASE.

Oh, fek.

He continued to stare out the viewport, watching the sealife swimby. He realized with a sinking feeling that he couldn't identify any of the species. None seemed to be capable of flying like the ocean life on Kamino, or have more than two eyes like the sea life on most of the Outer Rim worlds. What kind of bizarre world was this anyway? What kind of primitive sea creatures couldn't fly?

Rex tugged his helmet back off, wincing as it brushed against the back of his head.

I'll have to put some bacta on that later.

He ground the back of his knuckles into his eyes. Gah. He was exhausted. And, hungry. No, starving. He thought mournfully of The Resolute and the hot shower, warm meal and rack time he'd been craving. Crashing at the bottom of some strange ocean had not been on his list of things to do today.

Come on, Rex. Think. You've been in worst situations than this. You just need to figure this one out, and you'll be laughing over this with Fives and the others.

Rex reached into his belt pack and pulled out a rations bar, and his canteen. He blew out a sigh as he stared at the rations bar. He needed to keep his body going for a while longer and he could feel his blood sugar dropping. He unwrapped the bland bar, and automatically chewed it, trying not to let his thoughts dwell on his brothers back on the Resolute. But, he thought of them anyway.

They're fine. Nothing happened to the ship. I'll find them.

Gah.

He was supposed to be with his brothers, eating in the mess, not forcing down a rations bar alone. He felt lonely and miserable. He swallowed down the last bite of the bar, and washed it down with a long dreg from his canteen.

Come on, come on, how am I going to get out of here?
He scrubbed at his face, wanting to do nothing more than sleep. But, there was no time to sleep. He blew out a long sigh, and tugged his helmet back on. He called up information on nav systems for the particular model ship he was flying, scanning through file after file. There had to be something here for why he couldn't get a lock.

As he figured out the answer, his stomach clenched up.

Oh, fek.

The answer was completely obvious, and if he hadn't been so tired earlier he would've figured it out sooner. He was on a planet that the nav-computer had never seen before. No one in the Republic had ever been to this planet before.

Which means the chances of somebody finding me are...

No! Don't think that way! You're going to get yourself out of here, somehow. You just need to find somebody on this planet that can tell you where you are. Maybe with that information, the nav-computer can reset itself and you can get out of here.

Rex stared out the viewport, and realized he was going to have to go for a little swim.

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