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You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything...
You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash.
You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable.
Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go.
With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry.
Ellie | The Last of Us
She's quick to unbuckle herself and scramble out of her space, catching sight of a few others reaching under their seat and deciding to follow suit. She clutches at the backpack like it's a lifeline, holding it close to her chest as she does a quick scout around for anything more. She's small and quiet and it serves her well in managing to raid supplies nearby without getting in anyone's way, succeeding in quickly stashing the contents of another bag from under a limp and clearly lifeless body, still strapped into their seat.
When she does finally stumble out into the light, it's with a backpack over her shoulder and only the slightest frown of confusion for her surrounding. A frown that all but fades as she turns to realise what she's just climbed out of.]
No fucking way! Is that a space ship?! [And then a soft, awed mutter of:] Awesome.
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[Fiora, overhearing the girl who'd just stumbled out of the ship, looks back over her metallic shoulder at her. Well, it's one less person who needs help, not to mention one less deceased, but Fiora can't help but worry about her. Unlike Fiora, she looks normal. Can a normal girl survive out here, in this... wherever they are?
Fiora stands up and turns away from the pile of backpacks she'd been rummaging through to face the girl. The two of them are the same height, but Fiora's body is made of steel, its polished surfaced peppered with a few dents and scratches in the paint. Acutely aware of how people normally react, but as unable to do anything about it as always, she just continues talking.]
...I guess it is pretty cool, though. Pretty sporty design for a spaceship.
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You know about spaceships?
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Not really. I've ridden in a few aircraft before, but I'm not some kind of... pilot, or anything.
[That's the short answer. She shifts her weight to one heeled foot and looks back at the totaled ship as she folds her hands behind her back thoughtfully.]
We're lucky we survived. [she looks back at the girl.] I'm guessing you're okay, if you climbed out yourself?
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[Athena's answer is almost robotic, which works because she's a lifelike audio-animatronic. She recognizes that human children are generally more animated. Like Frank Walker, and the girl she's currently standing beside. She smiles too, trying to share the excitement.]
Have you not ever seen one before?
[She shifts the backpack she's wearing slung over one shoulder so that the weight is evenly distributed with both straps worn over both shoulders. Her eyes glance over at the other girl's supplies. Good. Now she won't have to give up her own to help someone.]
Not even on television?