Star wars II
Nadska's sight returned to him in fragments of light. He was lying on his back in the sand, a skirmish between the wookies and imperial troopers had erupted around him. Bowcaster bolts and hot red lasers littered the air above the beach.
The Silverfish was still waiting for him, yet untouched by the ferocity of the exchange. Without concerning himself of his surroundings he resumed his mad dash for freedom.
Only when his boots touched the pier did he allow himself a glimmer of hope. The stormtroopers along the shoreline took cursory shots at him, fortunately most of them didn't even come close to hitting their mark. Nadska was both a small target and not their primary concern.
The mechanical scream of a TIE fighter descending from the forest's upper canopy cut through the mêlée. He looked around and saw it emerge from behind a great wroshyr tree. The TIE scorched the beach with its forward guns and then angled towards him.
"No," he breathed. Too late, and while Nadska himself may not have been enticing bait for the pilot, the Silverfish was.
The pot-shot missed the landing pad by a hairsbreadth, but the impact was still enough so that the resulting shockwave sent him flying through the air and splashing into the water.
Nadska sputtered to the surface and swore; the TIE vanished into the distance. His ship was untouched, thankfully, but the pier leading to it was damaged, and clamouring onto the landing pad wouldn't be possible. He'd have to find another way to reach it.
Another intense tremor shook the beach, he glanced up toward the sky and saw the triangular shape of a victory-class star destroyer descending into the lower atmosphere. Despite the distance the sheer immensity of the warship was staggering. At this range the drone of its massive engines sent vibrations through the planet for kilometres, shaking the very soil beneath his feet.
More imperial fighters began to pour from the destroyer's launching bays, from Nadska's point of view they seemed like little black specks next to the looming behemoth.
An errant explosion went off close enough to splash him, he instinctively ducked, "Whole damn planet's going to hell," he muttered.
Some of the combatants on the shore were making quick glances up to the sky. Nadska realized that there were dogfights taking place high above them. He watched as a republic fighter weaved and spun through a handful of bombers, shooting from their flanks and transforming them into balls of flame.
Wait, a republic fighter?
Above even the dogfights there was a rebel flagship visible between the clouds, launching fighters of its own. Nadska had no affiliation with the republic, nor did he want to, but if they felt like liberating Kashyyyk then who was he to interfere.
The destroyer was mere kilometres away from the beach now and closing. TIE fighters, bombers, and interceptors were still shooting out of the monsters belly.
Suddenly a massive beam of concentrated energy shot up from somewhere in the jungle and struck the destroyer in one of the rear engines. The ship was engulfed in static electricity. At first nothing happened, then the destroyers nose began to dip toward the ground. A series of explosions were audible from within, after which smoke streamed from the command bridge and several other locations on the vessel. Nadska would have normally revelled in the destruction of an imperial ship, especially a star destroyer, but as he followed the trajectory of the ship he couldn't help but feel a growing sensation of dread.
It was plunging toward the beach.