Malai Ka
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Hyperspace was beautiful, this was the one thought upon Malai's mind as she was pressed into her seat. She had never seen colors move so fast before, lights blinding as she moved far faster than she'd ever dreamed. These ships were like magic, as she zoomed far away from the Pattern and from her people. She was enamored by the brightly colored switches, the lights flashing on the board in front of her. And she knew absolutely nothing about what was happening, as the ship basically plotted its own course to her destination, a world not far from the Iego system that the heavily outdated systems of the ship claimed was populated and under Republic control. The fact that this information was approximately a thousand years out of date meant little to the Angel or her Elders who sent her on her way. How much could the galaxy have changed in a thousand years, really?
The lights and colors of the light freighter were enough wonder for the Angel until the ship suddenly jerked out of hyperspace with an audible clunking that likely should not have happened, leaving her with a view of Saleucami from space. A planet with... only two moons? And a star! A star so close to it, she could see how massive that star was. It was so distracting that all the instructions her Elders had given her on how to run the ship flew out of her mind. And in moments, this lapse of judgement lead to a blaring warning over the freighter's PA system. "Warning, trajectory error, warning, entering gravitational pull. Warning, please make corrective adjustments." The warnings blared, and by the patterns they were not nice - shrill blaring of a navicomputer trying to get Malai to do things she didn't know how to do.
The ship shook as it entered the atmosphere, Malai's hands gripping the controls without knowledge of what they did in pure panic as she - literally - spun out of control towards the planet, her little freighter full of screaming from both her and the navicomputer's warnings. It was a hell of a way to make an entrance, as her ship miraculously flew just over the capital of Taleucema and miss the edges of the cratered terrain around the capital to land in a relative valley deeper in, smashing through trees and dirt on the way down. It was a hell of a thing to watch, certainly, as the ship literally skipped to a stop, armored platings flying off from the impact each time it smashed into the ground, finally skidding through the dirt a wrecked mess of a ship.
Malai was not in a much better shape than the ship itself - a blood-like white liquid dripped out of her true form, turning to a brighter light as it dripped off skin, and she slowly undid her restraints, the world in front of her spinning still from the earlier downward spiral. She did not know how lucky she was for her species lack of eating, lest she would have been covered in it again - but even an Angel could hurt. And this one did, as she slowly pulled pieces of glass from her own arms and face, where small bits had broken off and smashed into her. Everything hurt, but she could at least read as she hit the large red button marked as EMERGENCY, and activated the SOS marker on an open channel, hoping for someone to show up.
Malai wasn't just sitting there though, as she stumbled through the wrecked halls of the freighter - that honestly could have been in much worse shapes, judging by the landing - she at the very least began bandaging herself with the help of the mirror. Luckily the impact hadn't completely shattered out her viewport, or she'd likely have just died, a fact that she was keenly aware of. The white robes she was given - and told to wear in the presence of non-angels - were not without tears now, but still usable. It was her face that bared the most injury, and her exposed arms where she had foolishly pushed the robes up. And so the slow treatment of injury began, even as the doors to the ship lay busted off in the fall, leaving the unarmed Malai quite able to be snuck up on.
The lights and colors of the light freighter were enough wonder for the Angel until the ship suddenly jerked out of hyperspace with an audible clunking that likely should not have happened, leaving her with a view of Saleucami from space. A planet with... only two moons? And a star! A star so close to it, she could see how massive that star was. It was so distracting that all the instructions her Elders had given her on how to run the ship flew out of her mind. And in moments, this lapse of judgement lead to a blaring warning over the freighter's PA system. "Warning, trajectory error, warning, entering gravitational pull. Warning, please make corrective adjustments." The warnings blared, and by the patterns they were not nice - shrill blaring of a navicomputer trying to get Malai to do things she didn't know how to do.
The ship shook as it entered the atmosphere, Malai's hands gripping the controls without knowledge of what they did in pure panic as she - literally - spun out of control towards the planet, her little freighter full of screaming from both her and the navicomputer's warnings. It was a hell of a way to make an entrance, as her ship miraculously flew just over the capital of Taleucema and miss the edges of the cratered terrain around the capital to land in a relative valley deeper in, smashing through trees and dirt on the way down. It was a hell of a thing to watch, certainly, as the ship literally skipped to a stop, armored platings flying off from the impact each time it smashed into the ground, finally skidding through the dirt a wrecked mess of a ship.
Malai was not in a much better shape than the ship itself - a blood-like white liquid dripped out of her true form, turning to a brighter light as it dripped off skin, and she slowly undid her restraints, the world in front of her spinning still from the earlier downward spiral. She did not know how lucky she was for her species lack of eating, lest she would have been covered in it again - but even an Angel could hurt. And this one did, as she slowly pulled pieces of glass from her own arms and face, where small bits had broken off and smashed into her. Everything hurt, but she could at least read as she hit the large red button marked as EMERGENCY, and activated the SOS marker on an open channel, hoping for someone to show up.
Malai wasn't just sitting there though, as she stumbled through the wrecked halls of the freighter - that honestly could have been in much worse shapes, judging by the landing - she at the very least began bandaging herself with the help of the mirror. Luckily the impact hadn't completely shattered out her viewport, or she'd likely have just died, a fact that she was keenly aware of. The white robes she was given - and told to wear in the presence of non-angels - were not without tears now, but still usable. It was her face that bared the most injury, and her exposed arms where she had foolishly pushed the robes up. And so the slow treatment of injury began, even as the doors to the ship lay busted off in the fall, leaving the unarmed Malai quite able to be snuck up on.