@uduancowboyhat "Eeuughh..." A low groan emitted from the female as she peeled her body away from the console of the crashed ship. There had been a...space battle. Azea had been shot down right as her flagship ripped into compressed space to flee. She had been sucked into the wormhole and ended up here, in a...Something. She had lost consciousness during the landing, and the viewport was covered by a metal blast shield. Reaching across the console to pull the manual release, she gasped as the sound of a bone creaking caught her attention. Cracked rib. If that was all she had, the captain was lucky. The blast shield groaned apart and revealed the harsh desert, seemingly endless in all directions. "Well, at least I'm not fuckin underwater." Azea muttered under her breath as she stood to her full height, just shy of the roof at 6'2. The movement caused a wince in her sore muscles but she pushed the pain from her awareness. Right now, she had to get to her equipment locker and gear up for a long walk. The fighter wasn't equipped for anything more than war, so she would have to find resources as she moved. Hardly equipped for the desert, either...Shed work with what she had. On top of her flight suit she had donned a tactical vest and a light cloak with a hood, and a respirator in case the atmosphere was bad. Two pistols, one on each thigh, a large knife strapped to her left shoulder, and a scoped rifle on a sling topped off her gear. With that, the lost captain headed out, using a digital compass on her wrist to find north. A few hours of walking, and the beating sun began to set. Squinting her eyes, Azea sighed. A light flickered in the distance, holding her attention as she dutifully trudged onwards. Of course, caution won out as her finger hovered near her rifle trigger, safety on.
