The Calamari Sector
Water spread out before her, lapping waves against the shore of the archipelago she had found herself stranded upon.
As mesmerizing as it was to the girl who stood in awe of it, after all it stretched a whole world of blue out to the horizon, it also held the unknown. Never had she seen such a thing. Her life, up until but a few weeks ago, had been spent in almost eternal darkness, where the only view beyond the windows of her prison had been a snowy tundra. Almost constant cold, even within the facility.
But here there was warmth, and a bright light which pained her sensitive eyes.
She had stared at the turning tides for what could have been hours now. Retreating when it pulled too far up the shore, seeking the shelter of shadows cast by palm trees when the heat became too unbearable, yet always looking upon it. At one point she had made the mistake of trying to drink it, being that she hadn't much else to sustain herself with, but that had been a huge mistake. Not only had it been salty to all hell, but it actually made her thirst worse.
The smoldering mess of metal which made up the felled ship lay about half a mile down the shore. A stench of gas and burning flesh lingered over the air there, toxic and unbearable to breathe in, and so she hadn't dared return in search of supplies. There were no other survivors, though, except for a BB-Unit Droid, she knew that much.
A series of binary beeps drew her attention to her right.
"I know," she croaked, surprised by how hoarse her voice had become, "But the water is yucky."
Further beeps exuded from the droid, who began to roll away from her somewhat eagerly. With a small sigh she rose up and followed after him, stepping away from the shore and into the tropical forest which lay at the center of the small island. Whistles and beeps chirped from the little guy who seemed pleased as punch with himself. For there, laying amidst the coarse long-grass, sat some sort of... Oversized nut. It had been cracked open, and inside she could see the remnants of what looked to be water.
She needed no further encouragement, rushing forward and slumping to her knees in order to drink it up. Crisp, sweet, and refreshing.
"Oh, Bee," she murmured, after a few seconds, "You're fantastic!"
The next few beeps left her more skeptical, however.
"Eat it? But it's so hard, how would I ever eat it?"
Soon enough she had a couple of the oversized nuts in her arms and was walking back toward the shore. Something about it called her to the water, she longed to step into it but she didn't. Not yet, at least, no matter how tempting it was.