Nova Marcos
Chiss

Smoke, that was all she could breathe and see, pitch black smoke, it had been a good minute or two since Nova woke, the crash had rattled her but now all senses had come back to her, smashing the ship windows, as the controls were all busted, Nova struggles to get out of the cockpit. After a while of struggling and being finally free Nova was no longer confronted with the sight of just black, but instead the sight of her once great ship in ruins, and sand as far as she could see.
"Damn it, I spent so much money on that thing, whoever did this is going to pay"
Bloodied and bruised Nova started to scavenge all she could; her blaster, a small pistol but effective, her backpack with spare clothes, her crate of supplies, enough food and water to survive at least a week, and another crate containing a number of different things including fabrics. She used these fabrics to create a makeshift little tent and set up a small camp, after a few hours it was still light out, but the fire had gone out and Novas camp was all set up.
Now all she had to do was figure out how to get back to society.....