EP 1.5 That's Not a Knife. (OPEN)
Sept 10, 2014 19:40:54 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2014 19:40:54 GMT -5
Middle of Week 1
It was not the smoothest start to the ride, and it surely weren’t the fastest ride either, but Kit made the most of a bad situation.
Only Primus knew why everything had turned to Slagging Scrap. She had been travelling on a starship, a couple of orders of magnitude larger than the tiny escape pod she was now in. She had awoke to sirens blaring, fire raging, and vacuum sucking everything else away. Her small size and agility in the chaotic mess was her saving grace.
Kitandcaboodle was the first in her escape pod. By the time the doors sealed on their own and the pod launched, she was also the last and only passenger. Of course it had to launch right into debris. The damage was a mixed bag, mostly it came down to structural damage, which Kit could repair, and the communication antenna array being wiped clean away. Nothing Kit could do about that.
In between recharge cycles, Kit fixed the structural damage, A: because she could, B: she wouldn’t survive atmospheric re-entry if she didn’t. But nobody would know she was coming, she could not send or receive any communication.
Slowly across the vastness of space, the pod made it journey to the preset destination, some technologically backwater planet supposedly rich in energy sources. Kit passed the time peacefully, alternating between listening to music as loud as she could stand, video games, and sleeping, all the while lamenting the lack of junk food in the stores.
Some unholy time later, a small white, blur and green planet loomed large in the windows. Kit strapped her self into one of the three crash couches and grinned her stupid grin ready for the final wild ride down the gravity well. One fast and bumpy ride straight down later, Kit emerged into the full glare of Earth’s little sun.
“Primus’ giga sized gears! This is some decrepit slagged, son of a glitch, ball of scrap. I reeeeaaly hope this is the right smeltin’ planet”. Kit looked around the desolate landscape and saw dust kicking up in the distance. Unsure and more than a little cautious after her long, long ride, she transformed her hands into her signature sawblades.
OOC: And we’re now somewhere in the Australian desert.
It was not the smoothest start to the ride, and it surely weren’t the fastest ride either, but Kit made the most of a bad situation.
Only Primus knew why everything had turned to Slagging Scrap. She had been travelling on a starship, a couple of orders of magnitude larger than the tiny escape pod she was now in. She had awoke to sirens blaring, fire raging, and vacuum sucking everything else away. Her small size and agility in the chaotic mess was her saving grace.
Kitandcaboodle was the first in her escape pod. By the time the doors sealed on their own and the pod launched, she was also the last and only passenger. Of course it had to launch right into debris. The damage was a mixed bag, mostly it came down to structural damage, which Kit could repair, and the communication antenna array being wiped clean away. Nothing Kit could do about that.
In between recharge cycles, Kit fixed the structural damage, A: because she could, B: she wouldn’t survive atmospheric re-entry if she didn’t. But nobody would know she was coming, she could not send or receive any communication.
Slowly across the vastness of space, the pod made it journey to the preset destination, some technologically backwater planet supposedly rich in energy sources. Kit passed the time peacefully, alternating between listening to music as loud as she could stand, video games, and sleeping, all the while lamenting the lack of junk food in the stores.
Some unholy time later, a small white, blur and green planet loomed large in the windows. Kit strapped her self into one of the three crash couches and grinned her stupid grin ready for the final wild ride down the gravity well. One fast and bumpy ride straight down later, Kit emerged into the full glare of Earth’s little sun.
“Primus’ giga sized gears! This is some decrepit slagged, son of a glitch, ball of scrap. I reeeeaaly hope this is the right smeltin’ planet”. Kit looked around the desolate landscape and saw dust kicking up in the distance. Unsure and more than a little cautious after her long, long ride, she transformed her hands into her signature sawblades.
OOC: And we’re now somewhere in the Australian desert.