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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME
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.
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One minute he was strapped to his seat and the next, Mikaela had grabbed his backpack, pulled his hood up and had exited the ship like he couldn't get off fast enough. He would much rather deal with the sun than the scent of blood trapped within the metal body of the ship. Forget going through the backpack to discover what was in it or attempting to look for a weapon.
Mika didn't even stop when he literally bumped into Luke on his way out. He may or may not have knocked in him with more weight than he meant to but the blond hadn't taken the time to stop or even apologize.
In fact, he didn't stop until the smell of metallic had faded to nearly non-existent. That put him a good way away from the ship. Only then does Mika pause under the shade of the trees and leaned over to breath in through his mouth several times. To others it certainly may appear as if he just had a panic attack at the sight of dead bodies though who could possibly guess the truth of the matter?