The Dead Vord by lorddarke1
"Check out the blaster," Mitzi nods grimly taking in the gleaming weapon's muzzel stuck halfway into the ground in front of the Vord corpse. The grip was faced outward, toward Dutch. The whole scene felt wrong and appeared obviously contrived.
Dutch gestures to Mitzi. "Let's move around behind the wreck."
They come out of "ground" circling to the back of the ship.
In the gloom and shadow of the wreck they see a tear in the buckled hull, partially hidden by the bracken.