“Open space is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the 'Living Infinite'
...The universe began with space, so to speak; and who knows if it will not end with it? In it is supreme tranquility.”
― Jewls Vurnn, Twenty Thousand Parsecs Across The Universe
The flight had been uneventful, a casual glance around the cabin from time to time between changing pages in one of her favorite books. She'd found it hiding in a small novelty shop on Sullust, once of those silly little gift stores they try to nab tourists with, or in most cases new joins to the Galactic Alliance. She'd learned a lot during that trip and she'd wanted some time to decompress so she'd booked a flight on a small shuttle to Dantooine and then on to the
The Coruscant Queen. She calmly read through the book, a few spots of turbulence here or there as they changed directions or between hyperspace jumps. Truthfully, she hadn't paid much attention to the
where they were going so much as
when the flight was leaving. She'd been one of the first few to arrive, choosing a small seat in the rear of the main passenger cabin. She was never in a hurry and didn't understand why people fought over the seats closest to the door. As she took a break from reading she paged to the inside cover where she'd scrawled her name.
Lilith Sedarri. She thought on that for a moment. For the first time in her life she felt truly free, able to do what
she wanted to do. She'd been on her own for several years now but her days at the orphanage still felt like yesterday... or did they? She'd come so far since those days, and all on her own.
She looked back to the text in her book, enjoying the fantastic tale of Captain Neemu and his spectacular spaceship, travelling unhindered through space. It was a wonderful tale and she almost felt like a part of it here in the vastness of space. There she was, looking out of the viewport again as the stars flew past, little more than white lines. It was almost relaxing, or at least it had been until the sharp jar and rock of the ship began causing everything around her to tumble and spin. As she looked up from her book, her grip on the book tightened. At first it seemed as if all would right itself, and that's when another sharp jolt sent her head forward, directly into the seat in front of her.
Twhaap
With a quiet sob Lilith's hands left the book, rising to feel her nose. Certainly she hadn't broken it, it didn't hurt. She could feel her heart beating in her chest and then in her throat as the ship continued to tumble, rolling and spinning out of control. She would have let out a shriek but instead she was struck with silence, her eyes frantically trying to make sense of the cabin around here, her insides seizing as it tried to hold down the actually decent in flight meal she'd finished about fifteen minutes ago. She heard a clatter behind her as the engines began to ramp up, it almost felt like they were falling. She looked towards the rear of the craft from her seat... which is precisely when the metal tray came flying towards her. With nowhere to shift or move it hit her square in the head, right above her right eye... and then there was nothing.
Pain. It was the first thing that suggested that she was indeed alive. It wasn't a dull pain like a headache, that would come later. Instead, it was a sharp pain, cutting through the fog of unconsciousness. As her eyes snapped open the pain grew tenfold, or at least that's what she thought at first. She tried to cry out but she couldn't... a sharp fit of coughing as dust was forcefully expelled form her battered body ceased any attempt at speaking just yet. With tears rising from her eyes... wait. Rising? She blinked blindly a few times trying to get her bearings. She was upside-down. That explained the tears. The second thing she noticed was the inexplicable heat. It wasn't a dry heat like Tatooine or Jakku but a tropical heat, the air thick with moisture. Normally she would have loved to visit somewhere tropical, but the fact she was hanging upside-down in a crashed ship ruined that somehow. Taking another deep breath she tried to clear her lungs, doing her best to avoid another coughing fit. She needed to get out of this stupid harness keeping her stuck there, suspended above the mess abo... below. Hanging from her harness was messing with her head, disregard the fact she'd taken a heavy blow as she was knocked unconscious.
There was no telling how long she'd been out, minutes, hours? It hadn't been a day yet, or at least it looked fresh enough... though she didn't personally know
what a freshly crashed ship looked like from the inside. As her eyes searched for a way out of the harness they landed on a small buckle. The attendants had gone over how they worked at the beginning of the trip and Lilith was a frequent traveler, enough so she knew the buckles well enough. Forcing her arm up towards the buckle she depressed the button in the center, with her other hand bracing herself for the inevitable fall. A faint click could be heard as the locking mechanism released and the harness let Lilith's small frame dropped from the upside-down seat. With her quick reflexes and death-grip on the back of the seat in front of her, she was able to get her feet down to the ceiling turned floor. That didn't feel right... the floor was soft.
"Eeeek!"
It was raspy but it was an audible shout as Lilith quickly shuffled her feet. She'd stepped on a hand, a hand belonging to some poor soul who'd not been buckled in when the ship had encountered whatever problem it had. She cupped her hand over he mouth as her lunch once more attempted to surface. Swallowing forcefully she was able to keep it at bay. She started to wonder who it had been, her eyes drawn to the lifeless hand as a bug to a heat lamp... until she forced herself to look away. Not now, she had to get out. Though many of the pre-flight safety briefs were different, they all highlighted that in the event of a crash, the best thing to do was to get away from the wreckage as fuel tanks and high energy circuits could still be live and dangerous for up to days even after the initial impact. Lilith didn't want to leave that to chance. As usual, Lilith had been wearing a dress and she silently cursed herself for her choice in clothing. Right about now, she'd kill for a pair of cargo pants... that got her thinking. Her carry on. It had been wedged in the compartment above her seat, which was now located at her feet.
Taking a deep breath she prepared herself, gently moving the arm with her foot she reached down and forced open the compartment. She smiled. Despite the horror around her, she had found comfort in knowing her bag was still here. She retrieved her bag. It didn't contain anything particularly valuable, but it
did contain a spare set of clothes, something more suited for active activities than the dress she currently wore. The cabin was dark as she looked around her, nothing moving. She'd been in the far back of the ship.. it didn't look like it had saved many around her. Cautiously she raised her voice, wondering if anyone else in the cabin had survived... maybe others in some of the forward cabins had made it, the darkness inside the hull of the wrecked ship made it hard to make out much except her immediate surroundings.
"H---Hello? Is anyone there?"
As she raised her voice it sent he head swimming. Everything sounded funny, as if it were underwater. The pain above her eye had dulled slightly, now blood had begun dripping down the side of her face, but it was a slow flow. She would have to take a look at it later, right now she was more concerned with escaping the shattered hull. She steadied herself against the seats hanging from the ceiling, trying to get the spinning to stop. Perhaps she was more banged up than she'd thought. Hopefully someone heard her, she felt inexplicably weak. It must have been the blow to her head. She hoped she didn't have a concussion, but that would explain some of the nausea and dizziness.