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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.
no subject
Faster than what you were doing. [ And off comes the panel. Surprisingly, she doesn't recklessly toss it aside. She'll actually set it down somewhere close, quietly. ] There.
no subject
[ a beat. ]
Don't suppose you're also resistant to electric shocks.
no subject
Maybe. [ More than he would be, she bets. ] But if you're asking me to stick my hand in there, don't expect a delicate extraction.
no subject
I hear you. Keep the light here.
[ crouching, he begins fiddling with the panel they revealed. luckily for him, most of the power's dead, but he still takes care with the electrical conduits. after a close examination, he exhales a little "huh." ]
Looks like we might be in luck. Comms aren't completely wrecked.
no subject
[ A bit skeptical of how this is "lucky" just yet here. ]
How bad is the damage? Is it something you could fix?
no subject
It's going to take a couple of days. Depends on how fast I can find the parts I need.