no hope of rescue.
The day hadn’t been a complete loss though.
She had been fortunate to find sustenance several times over the course of the afternoon and today she had located over half a dozen dead baby wurms along the ground. The wurms were a source of food on this planet even though the thought of eating them still disgusted her.
They resembled grubs but had a milky white sheen to them and in the sunlight they had a purple glisten. It was that sparkle that made it so easy to spot them and after a sandstorm, the little dead bugs were everywhere, being picked up by the wind and dying during the turbulence of the storm.
They were the spawn of the giant monsters just below the surface. There was some macabre satisfaction that the giant beasts below her, were also her main source of food.
She shivered to herself.
She didn't eat the worms often, she couldn't, she never found enough to fully sustain her. But she found herself actively looking for the carcasses every time she went out to forage and luckily, her main source of food came from other tiny critters and dried out, chunky roots she often found under rocks near the mountain range.
It was a day trip to get to the mountain range and back so she only went as often as she needed to as the trek led her closer to the ghostly tomb.
Satisfied with her find today she settled in to survey the ship in the distance.
The ship hadn't crashed like her transporter vessel but had haltingly landed instead, disturbing nothing but the sand it packed into the ground. She had expected it to resemble the crumbled metal of the crash site of her flyer but it was unlike it in every way. She concluded that any supposed victims were most likely alive and well.
I haven't encountered another human in so long.
Allie now felt deeply insecure in her decision of investigating the ship. What if the beings on board were loyal to the Warlord? Or what if they were men just like him and his generals. The Warlord had never pursued the transporter vessel she had been on nor did he come after the maidens while they were still planetside. Why would he be here now?
Feeling her stomach sink, she quietly reached in her pouch and pulled out another root to munch on. The ship was unlike any she had seen before and she eyed it appreciatively, she could salvage a lot from its hull. If the beings onboard didn’t kill her first.
It was sleek, beautiful, and had a chrome gleam to it with streaks of red lights along the sides and above the lights, large, tinted viewing glass ran along its entire frame. There was a dome at the top that was all glass, or some other substance that could withstand space travel.
She could just imagine the supplies such an expensive ship would have inside, cloth, tools, food, soap... Groaning to herself. What I would do for a bar of soap.
Her thoughts were abruptly cut off when the back capsule of the ship smoothly opened up.
She held her breath, waiting for something to happen, nervously running her fingertips through her mess of windblown hair. It was a couple of heart-pounding seconds before a figure slowly emerged. A man, a very large, very lethal looking man. Allie felt her stomach dip further.
She zeroed in on his movements as he surveyed the terrain, his head cocked up, legs slightly apart, exuding an aura that screamed he owned everything he saw before him.
Good thing he can't see me.
When he turned in her direction, she slowly pushed herself closer to the ground just in case she hadn’t been entirely hidden. He heart pounded as she tried to relax. Her long brown hair, the thinning leather rags she called clothing, and tanned skin camouflaged her perfectly on Hell-in-Space.
The strange male turned back toward his ship and she let out the long tense breath that she had kept in.
He must be looking at the damage . Maybe his ship was also caught in the meteor storm like mine had been. She couldn't really tell from this distance.
Feeling equal parts curious and
The day hadn’t been a complete loss though.
She had been fortunate to find sustenance several times over the course of the afternoon and today she had located over half a dozen dead baby wurms along the ground. The wurms were a source of food on this planet even though the thought of eating them still disgusted her.
They resembled grubs but had a milky white sheen to them and in the sunlight they had a purple glisten. It was that sparkle that made it so easy to spot them and after a sandstorm, the little dead bugs were everywhere, being picked up by the wind and dying during the turbulence of the storm.
They were the spawn of the giant monsters just below the surface. There was some macabre satisfaction that the giant beasts below her, were also her main source of food.
She shivered to herself.
She didn't eat the worms often, she couldn't, she never found enough to fully sustain her. But she found herself actively looking for the carcasses every time she went out to forage and luckily, her main source of food came from other tiny critters and dried out, chunky roots she often found under rocks near the mountain range.
It was a day trip to get to the mountain range and back so she only went as often as she needed to as the trek led her closer to the ghostly tomb.
Satisfied with her find today she settled in to survey the ship in the distance.
The ship hadn't crashed like her transporter vessel but had haltingly landed instead, disturbing nothing but the sand it packed into the ground. She had expected it to resemble the crumbled metal of the crash site of her flyer but it was unlike it in every way. She concluded that any supposed victims were most likely alive and well.
I haven't encountered another human in so long.
Allie now felt deeply insecure in her decision of investigating the ship. What if the beings on board were loyal to the Warlord? Or what if they were men just like him and his generals. The Warlord had never pursued the transporter vessel she had been on nor did he come after the maidens while they were still planetside. Why would he be here now?
Feeling her stomach sink, she quietly reached in her pouch and pulled out another root to munch on. The ship was unlike any she had seen before and she eyed it appreciatively, she could salvage a lot from its hull. If the beings onboard didn’t kill her first.
It was sleek, beautiful, and had a chrome gleam to it with streaks of red lights along the sides and above the lights, large, tinted viewing glass ran along its entire frame. There was a dome at the top that was all glass, or some other substance that could withstand space travel.
She could just imagine the supplies such an expensive ship would have inside, cloth, tools, food, soap... Groaning to herself. What I would do for a bar of soap.
Her thoughts were abruptly cut off when the back capsule of the ship smoothly opened up.
She held her breath, waiting for something to happen, nervously running her fingertips through her mess of windblown hair. It was a couple of heart-pounding seconds before a figure slowly emerged. A man, a very large, very lethal looking man. Allie felt her stomach dip further.
She zeroed in on his movements as he surveyed the terrain, his head cocked up, legs slightly apart, exuding an aura that screamed he owned everything he saw before him.
Good thing he can't see me.
When he turned in her direction, she slowly pushed herself closer to the ground just in case she hadn’t been entirely hidden. He heart pounded as she tried to relax. Her long brown hair, the thinning leather rags she called clothing, and tanned skin camouflaged her perfectly on Hell-in-Space.
The strange male turned back toward his ship and she let out the long tense breath that she had kept in.
He must be looking at the damage . Maybe his ship was also caught in the meteor storm like mine had been. She couldn't really tell from this distance.
Feeling equal parts curious and
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