Name: Slippy<br/>Species: Toad<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Pred %: 100<br/><br/>"Falco? Falco?!" A high pitchedl voice echoed along the communication systems. But it was already quite clear that there was no one there to hear it. At least no one Slippy wanted. An explosion rocked the right wing of his ship and the craft began to spin out of control. The young mechanic spiraled his ship downward to try and minimize damage. It was a rough landing but Slippy's Arwing finally skidded to a stop in the jungle. The toad rubbed his head as he got his barings before tumbling down to estimate the damage. "Yikes! My arwing's totally fried!" Burns covered much of the vehicle but fortunately the internal components were alright. "It's damaged but I should be able to fix it." Slippy would need some parts though. Which weren't exactly in great supply in the jungle. He thought he saw a structure of some kind a couple miles back and so Slippy glanced back and forth. "Maybe I should just stay with the Arwing..." That sounded like a better idea for the moment and so he climbed back up into the Arwing. As the cockpit slid closed he flipped on his distress beacon.