//Starter for @followingprotocol!//
It had been a stormy night in Griffin Rock. The city had been tormented by strong gusts of wind and pelting rain that had turned into hail at some point. Roads had become slippery and trees had been torn off their roots.
In the midst of all this, a small spaceship had made an emergency landing, crashing into the forest and stopping at the foot of Mount Griffin.
As morning came, the wind finally died down and the sharp hail was replaced by a gentle snowfall. For a while, the forest was silent. Then the door of the spaceship opened with a soft hiss.
Iruru stepped outside and quickly changed her colors to match her surroundings. However, the makeshift sling she'd folded from a spare blanket to support her left arm stuck out like a sore thumb.
Feeling vulnerable, she reached out with her healthy arm. The air shimmered momentarily before a sniper rifle appeared from the subspace into her hand. Holding the weapon tightly against her body, Iruru began to walk around her spaceship.
She tried not to let the despair get to her when she saw the damage the meteor storm had done to the ship. Her communication tools were offline, too... and no-one knew she was here on Pekopon.
