optiplex
Star
- Joined
- Oct 2, 2016
Jax was a wanderer of space. He and his junker ship had been everywhere, but right now he was trying to use his remaining credits to purchase a warp drive for the one that he had been giving him some issues. He was in the outer rim of known space, in the orbit of a planet that had very brief, terse explanations of what it was, the inhabitants, and so on. He figured he might as well go down there, as he was getting low on fuel too. However, he saw a fleet of mangled ships, some even worse than his own appear next to him, and his heart dropped into his stomach. "Oh fuck, pirates." He said to himself as he kicked his ship into over drive, which was the equivalent of 75% the speed of light, the fastest it would go towards the surface of the new planet. He saw lasers zip past his vessel, and he knew he could very easily die. He just prayed that this planet could support human life as his ship lit ablaze as he went through the atmosphere. He could see incoming vegetation, and pulled up on the control lever, desperately trying to maintain control of his ship as he crash landed. He looked for a clear patch and tried to put it down there. He felt every crashing bump, he felt and heard something getting ripped off the body of his ship as he finally skidded to a stop against some trees at the edge of these woods. He staid in his seat for a little while, recovering from the shock of the crash. He miraculously only had some cuts and bruises thanks to the ship's safety systems, but he couldn't have time to worry about that now, those pirates were looking, and a smoldering wreck of a ship was sure to capture their attention. He grabbed a watch type device, one that could read the planet's atmospheric levels and it determined that there was enough oxygen for him to breath. In fact, it was almost identical to Earth, the planet where his species originated, but he himself had never been. He grabbed a blaster and opened the bay doors with a clunking, whining sound, right before it fell to the soft ground with a thud. It would've been comical in other circumstances, but right now his life was on the line! He stepped out, holding his blaster and listening and watching. No signs of pirates, no signs of any life other than birds and a soft wind through the trees. He stepped into the woods, to see if there was any sort of repair station he could use. He cautiously walked through, slightly limping from a crash related injury, however it didn't seem to be anything serious, it would heal in time. He walked for what he guessed was about a mile, but then he came upon a small farm with a tiny house and barn. He cautiously began walking through, until he heard something crackling in the corn to his left side. He ran into the trees and pointed his blaster in that direction. He set it to kill mode, figuring he could take at least one of these pirates before they wound up bringing him down. He held his breath, and waited to see who would emerge.