Soda whipped around. "Gurgi! What are you doing?"
Gurgi stepped away from the lever, which he had almost managed to get up to the so called "Gunray Activator Channeling Fluid" thing, though not quite.
"Oh, honorable lord, Gurgi did not mean harm! He was just grooving and moving the lever up to help the fight! Oh, do not punish poor helpless Gurgi with smackings and whackings!"
"Gurgi....." said Soda, pointing at the space above the lever, "you were about to blow the ship up! See? "Self Destruct"."
"Oh, but that is crossed out with scribbles and quibbles! Now it does thing that helps in fightings and smitings!"
"No, Gurgi." said Soda, as paitently as possible. "It still Self Destructs the ship. Obviously, some enemy of ours has crossed that out and written Gunray Activator Channeling Fluid in hopes we would use it and blow ourselves up. Just don't touch that - oh (unrepeatable word)!, who's piloting the ship?!"
Han raced back to the cockpit, but it was already too late. The remote planet was looming up in front of the ship, getting larger and larger, and the ship could not preform a sharp enough turn to escape the collision.

Tyf, having struggled out of the refrigerator, walked haphazardly over to Speedy, who was still plopped in front of the viewing monitor. The ship's angle seemed to be acting like a boat on the ship, and it was getting difficult to keep ones' balance.
"Speedy! You'll never guess what the ship's Furby did!" Tyf began, but Speedy waved his hand and pointed at the monitor, which now was showing the view from a camera on the front of the ship. Evidently, they were heading for a planet.
"Why doesn't that pilot do something?" cried the rabbit with no nose, who had ran in. "We're all going to die horribly, like that street preacher said!"
"Not necessarily." said Speedy, once more taking command. "We seem to be going to hit the planet head on. In order to have minimal damage to ourselves, I suggest we all head towards the back of the ship."
"But is there time?" asked Tyf, biting a nail, like she had been taught to never do.
"Of course! When there's an incoming holocaust, time always slows down, so the heroes can get away from it in the rather meager time left to them!"
Unfortunately, this is only true in movies. There was a large jolt as the ship struck the planet, and most of the front fell off, burning stupendously.

Patrian Patrach, High Watermelon of the kingdom of Padoing, felt the ground quiver beneath his feet. Soon afterwards, a large explosion reached his abnormally large ears. Calling to a few armed guards, he went to investigate the disturbance.
It was not long before they learned the cause. A large, round thing was half buried in the planet surface. Some of it was on fire. A large square thing with many holes in it was laying nearby, singing "Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do" with accompanying static. Until a large chunk of the round thing broke of, and smashed the singing box.
All around, smoke billowed. It was hard to see. But the keen eyes of Patrian and the guards could detect the movement near the middle, and as they turned their heads in that direction, two figures staggered forth from it. Three more followed, before the place from which they had emerged collapsed in on itself in a smouldering heap. The fire was seeming to engulf the fallen round thing now, and little was still untouched by the flames.
But Patrian had no eyes for the destruction of the fallen artifact, as the five figures were heading towards him and the guards, coughing.
The guards brought their weapons up, aiming at the figures, in case they proved hostile. Patrian advanced slowly towards them, arm outstretched in greeting. He knew not if the creatures knew this gesture, but it was worth a try. And one must be courteous to ones who might well be fallen gods.
The smoke cleared briefly, and Patrian Patrach was able to make out features on the five. Four of them, were furry creatures, with ears almost as long as those of Patrian and his comrades. He had heard tell of the Galactic Rabbits, and these looked much like the descriptions of them.
The fifth was harder to identify. It was large, and also furry, and seemed to have gotten a good deal of the wreckage stuck in its fur, adding to the disheveled appearance. It was quivering now, and staying as close to the ones who might be the Galactic Rabbits as possible.

The rabbit with no nose hid his face under his arms as steel and other parts of the ship rained down. The crash had been quite strong, and much had been jarred loose. The viewing monitor, obviously, had stopped working, and Tyf was looking at Speedy in a fashion that seemed to indicate she thought little of his earlier speech.
Their other comrades found their way into the small room, which was now rather packed.
"Where are the pilots?" asked the rabbit with the irish accent. It was true, they were nowhere to be seen.
"Spread out." said Speedy. "Look for either an exit, or the pilots. Anything else is currently little use, other then food, and we've got the refrigerator here."
They did so. The rabbit with no nose took a hallway which he remembered as leading to the cockpit. Halfway through, he found Gurgi hiding in a small crevice in the wall. Stepping over a pile of wreckage, the rabbit tapped Gurgi's shoulder.
"Where's Soda?"
"Oh, good sir, Gurgi does not know! He was in cockpit, and then the crashings and smashings started!"
That wasn't good, thought the rabbit with no nose. The front, from what he could tell, was partly underground, and mostly on fire. And the hallway was blocked after a few feet where the ceilling had completly fallen in, leaving no way through. He would have to give up Soda for lost, unless one of the others could find him. But that was unlikely.
"Come," said he to Gurgi, "let's get back to somewhere with more space. This hallway doesn't seem too safe."
Gurgi whimpered and nodded, and the two proceeded back to the room with the refrigerator. Only the rabbit with no distinguishing marks was there, having found the path he took mostly demolished, and unnavigatable. The three of them sat around for a bit, taking inventory of the food in the regrigerator, until Tyf and Speedy returned.
"Good news!" cried Speedy, still standing. "There's an exit not too far from here, and it's still in one piece!"
They waited for the rabbit with the irish accent, who soon returned. He had not been able to find Soda, or anything else, for that matter. But the ship was well and truly wrecked, from his account, with nothing working. Consoling Gurgi as they went, the six headed off in the direction Speedy said the exit lay.

The good luck, as it could almost be called, did not last. Soon, they found the roof of the passageway had caved in since Tyf and Speedy had last been there. However, the blockage was not severe, just a large metal bar. If they could hold it up, they could pass. But there was nothing nearby handy.
After some discussion, they decided two of them should hold it up, while the others passed, then they should follow. Speedy and the rabbit with no nose took unto themselves the task of holding the bar up, and the other four passed safely beneath.
"Ok, you go first." said Speedy, grunting from the effort it took to keep the bar up.
"First?" cried the rabbit with no nose, staring at Speedy. It was not hard, as they were at parallell with the passage. "I thought we were to go together!"
"Yes, but that won't work. Look at the ceilling over there -" he pointed further along the hallway at a section of ceilling, which was indeed sagging -"if we make a break for it, the impact of the bar when it falls is sure to cause the ceilling to cave in, preventing further progress. If you go first, at least one of us has a chance of making it."
That made sense to the rabbit with no nose, but he didn't like it. "But why should I go? You're the group leader, and you even have a name! I'm just "the rabbit with no nose". You're a much more important character. You go, save yourself!"
"Rabbit...." said Speedy, and looked at him. "We all have a name. You may just not have discovered yours yet."
This was a new concept. Names were discovered? But the rabbit with no nose thought it was a good concept, and tried to discover a name. A bit of nearby wreckage caught his eye. The word "Propulsion" was written on it.
"Speedy! I discovered my name! It's "Propulsion!" cried the rabbit with n - err, Propulsion.
"Just GO!" cried Speedy, exaspherated. Not taking the time to think about it, Propulsion ran for it, leaving Speedy baring the weight of the bar until safety allowed him to let go. But what was a strain for two rabbits, was not quite possible for Speedy alone, and he was forced to fling himself clear. Propulsion made it ahead of the falling ceilling, which did indeed block the passage throughly, but Speedy did not. Propulsion had no idea what had happened to his comrade, but there was no way to find out, so he ran ahead to catch up with the rest.

Tyf saw the rabbit with no nose sprinting up the passage, and cried out "Where's Speedy?"
"He didn't make it!" came the voice back. But now was not the time for sadness. They had to get out of the ship. The rabbit with the irish accent and that other rabbit were prying the door open, and breaking down would only be a hinderance. The rabbit with no nose, Tyf, and Gurgi stood by as the door groaned open, letting in more smoke then even on the inside. The other two got out through the door, and after no screams of terror were heard, the remaining three followed. They struggled through the smoke, intent on getting away from the demolished ship in case it exploded. Tyf was the first to see the group of soldiers awaiting them. What species they were, she knew not. One advanced from the rest and extended an arm to them, and Gurgi got scared and huddled next to the rabbit with the irish accent.

Above, the Nostril ships began descent.