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Mahliah's ship had spun out of control through the jump, but all safety features fired off properly and she was cushioned in a sphere of anti-grav until the crash. The smooth, sharp edge of the craft had bitten deep into the ground. In the cabin, every surface was crackling with spidery runs of electricity. She looked all around in the chaos, but every sensor was reading nonsense. The ship was done for. Mahliah grabbed her disruptor--half laser rifle, half glaive--and picked her way back down the slanted corridor only to find the landing hatch crumpled and useless. She picked her way skyward and pounded, kicked, and shot at the escape pod hatch until it gave way.
The sweat she had worked up turned bitter cold on her skin when she climbed out into the lazy autumn sunshine. She gripped her 'ruptor closer. What was this frigid, alien landscape? The buildings as far as she could see looked antique. The river that coursed beside her crash site smelled of trash and chemicals.
(new player, new character. Mahliah It's nice to meet you all!)
The sweat she had worked up turned bitter cold on her skin when she climbed out into the lazy autumn sunshine. She gripped her 'ruptor closer. What was this frigid, alien landscape? The buildings as far as she could see looked antique. The river that coursed beside her crash site smelled of trash and chemicals.
(new player, new character. Mahliah It's nice to meet you all!)