AngelofDeath
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The clear summer night sky was filled with stars, some of them falling stars. However one was moving in a pattern unlike the rest. The casual observer would have missed it, but someone with a skilled eye would not have. What looked like a falling star was in fact damaged space craft. The sole occupant of the craft Jori was cursing ever god she knew as she tried to regain control of her ship. Warning lights and noises filled her ears as well as the faint smell of smoke. What was supposed to be a surveillance mission was now becoming one of survival.
The Doaren had been watching Earth for a number of years, but it was only most recently they had taken real interest in the tiny blue rock. Humans were getting ever closer to the full capability of exploring space and discovering that they were in fact not alone in the universe. Because of it scouts were sent regularly to check on their progress and to decide of they should be the ones to make contact first. It helped that if contact was made the Doaren looked very much like humans, though with minor differences. Along the hair line at the back of their heads, along the shoulders and spine where a patten to swirls and curves that could be mistaken for what humans knew to be tribal tattoos. Each pattern was unique to each Doaren from not only pattern, but also color. Jori's were a brilliant red against her tan skin, it matched her hair. She was short by Doaren standards only 5'11, but her lean and muscled body made up for what she lacked in height.
A fist slammed down on the control panel, once she had been caught in the meteorite shower, she knew she was screwed. Jori had tried to get her ship out of the fall, but that had failed. At this point the best she could hope for was her ship being capable of sending out a distress signal once she landed. No once she crashed, because that was, what was going to happen. Jumping from the flight seat, Jori threw what she would need into her bag, it looked like a hybrid of a human messenger bag and a duffel. On the off chance she made contact with humans or was stuck on earth until someone could come pick her up, she was going to need what she could carry for her survival. The ship titled sharply and she was thrown against the hull. "Fuck!" Pushing herself up she ignored the stabs of pain and the blood dripping from her forehead.
Weaving her way back to the flight seat she took the controls. All she could pick up on the damage sensors was that she was near a road carved through the Earth wilderness. Great the local animals, might get to her before anything else did. Her hand moved to try and engage the hover gear, she was going to hit hard and Jori was trying to each whatever damage her ship was going to take. It engaged but only at 20%. Her descent was barely slowed. The last thing she saw before the ship hit was the ground reaching up for her.
Her ship hit several trees, rolling and being ripped into before coming to a halt beside the road. Jori and her bag were thrown a few feet away from the burning wreckage. Blood covered most of her black flight suit, dirt and fuel covered the rest.
The Doaren had been watching Earth for a number of years, but it was only most recently they had taken real interest in the tiny blue rock. Humans were getting ever closer to the full capability of exploring space and discovering that they were in fact not alone in the universe. Because of it scouts were sent regularly to check on their progress and to decide of they should be the ones to make contact first. It helped that if contact was made the Doaren looked very much like humans, though with minor differences. Along the hair line at the back of their heads, along the shoulders and spine where a patten to swirls and curves that could be mistaken for what humans knew to be tribal tattoos. Each pattern was unique to each Doaren from not only pattern, but also color. Jori's were a brilliant red against her tan skin, it matched her hair. She was short by Doaren standards only 5'11, but her lean and muscled body made up for what she lacked in height.
A fist slammed down on the control panel, once she had been caught in the meteorite shower, she knew she was screwed. Jori had tried to get her ship out of the fall, but that had failed. At this point the best she could hope for was her ship being capable of sending out a distress signal once she landed. No once she crashed, because that was, what was going to happen. Jumping from the flight seat, Jori threw what she would need into her bag, it looked like a hybrid of a human messenger bag and a duffel. On the off chance she made contact with humans or was stuck on earth until someone could come pick her up, she was going to need what she could carry for her survival. The ship titled sharply and she was thrown against the hull. "Fuck!" Pushing herself up she ignored the stabs of pain and the blood dripping from her forehead.
Weaving her way back to the flight seat she took the controls. All she could pick up on the damage sensors was that she was near a road carved through the Earth wilderness. Great the local animals, might get to her before anything else did. Her hand moved to try and engage the hover gear, she was going to hit hard and Jori was trying to each whatever damage her ship was going to take. It engaged but only at 20%. Her descent was barely slowed. The last thing she saw before the ship hit was the ground reaching up for her.
Her ship hit several trees, rolling and being ripped into before coming to a halt beside the road. Jori and her bag were thrown a few feet away from the burning wreckage. Blood covered most of her black flight suit, dirt and fuel covered the rest.