Post by Hikaru on Feb 2, 2019 4:59:00 GMT
There were sparks and cracks in the cockpit around her. Alarms blared pointlessly. She couldn't hear them over the deafening roar of the ship burning through the atmosphere. Even if she could hear the alarms, there was nothing she could do at this point. Nothing but brace herself for the crash.
She clenched her eyes shut.
The green skies of Namek were torn through by the shriek of a PTO space pod. It burned through the atmosphere heading towards the peaceful lands of Namek.
And tore straight through them.
The crater the ship punched into the ground crashed deeper, through secret tunnels and an underground network of caves. The fallen space pod bore through the earth until finally tearing into a scene out of the human concept of hell. Magma flowing like water falls, lighting the area in an eerie red glow.
The red hot and steam ship fit in perfectly with its surroundings.
There was a low, muted, crunch from deep within. Then a second louder one. Finally the hull was breached with a bloodied gloved hand. The palm slapped down on the surface of the ship with a hissing sizzle, the material cooking against the red hot surface.
A second fist burst through, and slowly Hikaru managed to extract herself from the wreckage, like a chick being birthed from its egg. She gritted her teeth, jaw tight, against the pain of her wounds, and the searing heat of the wreckage. Her body was mangled from the impact, blood streaking from various gashes, one leg looking partially crushed and thoroughly useless. Through a combination of wriggling and pushing through metal Hikaru managed to escape and crash onto the hard rocks below.
The survivor took in ragged gasps of breath, just glad to be alive. She basked in the feel of breathing fresh air. Even air that was stained by the smoke of wreckage and the searing heat of magma. The stale air found underground seemed fresh to her art so much time spent with the artificially filtered are of the cramped space pod... After a moment or two, Hikaru focused and took stock of her body, and the damage it had sustained.
Her armor had helped protect her from the heat of her ship during her escape, but she still had several deep and terrible burns on her hands and arms. The gashes she had weren't anything too worrying. Yes, a lot of them were bleeding pretty freely, but they were shallow, and would heal. She'd had worse.
No, the most concerning of all her injuries was her crushed right leg. Something had caught on her leg mid-shin. She knew the leg was broken. She just didn't know how badly. That would require a more thorough examination than she was capable of giving at the moment. At the very least she knew there was absolutely no way she'd be able to stand on it, much less walk.
That meant she'd have to fly. But did she even have the strength to do so? She was going to have to try regardless. She couldn't just lay here. She needed shelter. Hikaru took a deep breath, and focused through the pain. She focused firmly on the ki within her and slowly managed to float up, if only a few inches above the earth. It was a start... It was a start.
Power level: 1,200
Word count: 566
She clenched her eyes shut.
The green skies of Namek were torn through by the shriek of a PTO space pod. It burned through the atmosphere heading towards the peaceful lands of Namek.
And tore straight through them.
The crater the ship punched into the ground crashed deeper, through secret tunnels and an underground network of caves. The fallen space pod bore through the earth until finally tearing into a scene out of the human concept of hell. Magma flowing like water falls, lighting the area in an eerie red glow.
The red hot and steam ship fit in perfectly with its surroundings.
There was a low, muted, crunch from deep within. Then a second louder one. Finally the hull was breached with a bloodied gloved hand. The palm slapped down on the surface of the ship with a hissing sizzle, the material cooking against the red hot surface.
A second fist burst through, and slowly Hikaru managed to extract herself from the wreckage, like a chick being birthed from its egg. She gritted her teeth, jaw tight, against the pain of her wounds, and the searing heat of the wreckage. Her body was mangled from the impact, blood streaking from various gashes, one leg looking partially crushed and thoroughly useless. Through a combination of wriggling and pushing through metal Hikaru managed to escape and crash onto the hard rocks below.
The survivor took in ragged gasps of breath, just glad to be alive. She basked in the feel of breathing fresh air. Even air that was stained by the smoke of wreckage and the searing heat of magma. The stale air found underground seemed fresh to her art so much time spent with the artificially filtered are of the cramped space pod... After a moment or two, Hikaru focused and took stock of her body, and the damage it had sustained.
Her armor had helped protect her from the heat of her ship during her escape, but she still had several deep and terrible burns on her hands and arms. The gashes she had weren't anything too worrying. Yes, a lot of them were bleeding pretty freely, but they were shallow, and would heal. She'd had worse.
No, the most concerning of all her injuries was her crushed right leg. Something had caught on her leg mid-shin. She knew the leg was broken. She just didn't know how badly. That would require a more thorough examination than she was capable of giving at the moment. At the very least she knew there was absolutely no way she'd be able to stand on it, much less walk.
That meant she'd have to fly. But did she even have the strength to do so? She was going to have to try regardless. She couldn't just lay here. She needed shelter. Hikaru took a deep breath, and focused through the pain. She focused firmly on the ki within her and slowly managed to float up, if only a few inches above the earth. It was a start... It was a start.
Power level: 1,200
Word count: 566
