From high above, the tree canopy looks lush and inviting.
When you are about to plummet into it, it looks harsh, sharp and nasty. Branches that seem needle thin from a distance, like delicate spider's webs, turn out to be more like iron bars, tearing parts of your ship off as you lose height below the tree level.
All sense of light and direction is gone as the ship is swallowed by the jungle. Then, it hits a particularly large tree trunk, and rebounds at high speed. The impact is too much for you inside the cockpit, Kyle, and you lose consciousness...
As Eerin is jetisonned from the ship, he stares back at it in amazement as the Last Laugh plummets downwards, a cape of smoke forming behind it, and then is swallowed up by the trees.
"[Oh Captain, you fool...]" Eerin says as he floats downwards towards the canopy.
(Does Eerin have his weaponry with him?)
"No! I hear plan. You plan to go into jungle and fight. Drakkon says to me, these Humans will die in the Jungle before they find their foes. I say, no, Drakkon! Vasilik will lead them through the jungle! And we shall find the Imperials together, and attack! It will be a glorious battle! I shall challenge each of you for helemts of dead storm-troo-pers. And we shall all die together!"
He thinks this is the best idea ever, judging by that grin.