planet: Unknown
Objective: Survive
The freighter shook violently as it descended from orbit at dangerous speeds. Fire rolled across its hull, blinding the crew desperately trying to regain the of the vessel. Metal plates and other pieces threatened to tear clean from the vessel. Smoke painted the sky as it rolled from the freighter like a trail from a wounded beast.
The inside of the vessel wasn't much better. As alarms blared out, keeping pace with their emergency lights. The floor shook to the point were one could barely stand. Crates and other loose objects slid across the floors, smashing whatever was in their way.
Tyra gripped the sides of the chair she was strapped into. She was never the biggest fan of flying, and this just made it worse. The Valkyri took a deep breath to calm her nerves. A calm that was broken when the word brace came over the intercom. Then it happened, the ship shook with the largest tremor yet. The sound of screeching metal was deafening and the force of impact rattled Tyra to her core. Then all at once, it stopped.
Slowly, Tyra opened her eyes. Her mind was still trying to process every detail of what happened. The first thing she not was the angle she was at. Her feet and arms dangled downwards, indicating that the ship had listed on its side during the crash. Clumsy, shaking fingers fought with the restraining harness for several seconds. Once free, she dropped the short distance to the floor.
Regaining her balance, she slowly made her way to a side hatch. With a bit of effort, the Valkyri was able to slide the door over far enough to squeeze through. What greeted her on the other side was not what she was expecting.
Sandy banks with green reeds and massive mangrove trees sprung up here and there like small islands amongst brackish waters. The trees themselves were as thick as a small ship and towered meters into the sky. While the reeds stood half her height and grew thick around the trees. The air was hot, humid and smelled like salt.
Tyra turned from what was in front of her to what she could see of the ship. The vessel itself got stuck on one of the mangrove islands. Loud creaks and groans suggested that it wasn't going to stay there very long. She needed to get clear of the vessel and find help. There was one problem though. Where was here exactly?
[member="Kaden Drex"]
Objective: Survive
The freighter shook violently as it descended from orbit at dangerous speeds. Fire rolled across its hull, blinding the crew desperately trying to regain the of the vessel. Metal plates and other pieces threatened to tear clean from the vessel. Smoke painted the sky as it rolled from the freighter like a trail from a wounded beast.
The inside of the vessel wasn't much better. As alarms blared out, keeping pace with their emergency lights. The floor shook to the point were one could barely stand. Crates and other loose objects slid across the floors, smashing whatever was in their way.
Tyra gripped the sides of the chair she was strapped into. She was never the biggest fan of flying, and this just made it worse. The Valkyri took a deep breath to calm her nerves. A calm that was broken when the word brace came over the intercom. Then it happened, the ship shook with the largest tremor yet. The sound of screeching metal was deafening and the force of impact rattled Tyra to her core. Then all at once, it stopped.
Slowly, Tyra opened her eyes. Her mind was still trying to process every detail of what happened. The first thing she not was the angle she was at. Her feet and arms dangled downwards, indicating that the ship had listed on its side during the crash. Clumsy, shaking fingers fought with the restraining harness for several seconds. Once free, she dropped the short distance to the floor.
Regaining her balance, she slowly made her way to a side hatch. With a bit of effort, the Valkyri was able to slide the door over far enough to squeeze through. What greeted her on the other side was not what she was expecting.
Sandy banks with green reeds and massive mangrove trees sprung up here and there like small islands amongst brackish waters. The trees themselves were as thick as a small ship and towered meters into the sky. While the reeds stood half her height and grew thick around the trees. The air was hot, humid and smelled like salt.
Tyra turned from what was in front of her to what she could see of the ship. The vessel itself got stuck on one of the mangrove islands. Loud creaks and groans suggested that it wasn't going to stay there very long. She needed to get clear of the vessel and find help. There was one problem though. Where was here exactly?
[member="Kaden Drex"]