With a sigh, Scar pulled on her boots and watched the others get ready, strapping guns across their backs. The ship rocked as it slowly hit the foriegn planets atmosphere, it's landing feet out and ready to touch down. Her guns in place, one of her back and one strapped to her thigh, she held the curved blade in her hand, debating whether to take it. Her seat on the bench was empty, the other warriors and explorers walking around, all in full gear. Scar only wore a vest under her warm green coat, her black boots scruffing on the ground and thick, space-army edition jeans rolled up to fit her average build. Regardless of the challenges she had faced getting in on this flight, somethings were worth it.
Having flown for years and not noticed, thanks to cybersleep, she felt well rested, and, though Scar would never admit it, nervous. Flipping dulled, red hair form her dark brown eyes, she sighed and strapped the knife to her other thigh, feeling the sickness of pressurising as tey touched down. they were a small ship in comparsion to many, about the size of one of the small cruise ships back home. Housing only 20 men and women, space-fighters and explorers alike, it was one of the many sent out to explore the universes. And Scar had only just made it on.
Still sitting, she bent her head,hidnig her face from the rest of the men, so they could not see the cold sweat running down her brow. A few minutes pasted, and Scar became aware that they were no longer moving. They were down. Breathing a sigh of relief, she stood, as the doors tot he outside opened, and she had to blink against the light. But as her eyes adjusted, and she pulled the darkened, black goggles over them, she knew something was wrong. Turning away from the opening door, she moved towards the bak, going to check the scanner, when the first sound echoed. Something hand landed on the roof.
The hanger fell silent, as Scar glanced around. were they going to die? Or was it just their imagination? The scans had not shown any life on this planet, and yet, they could be wrong. They could always be wrong. Scar watched as the hanger doors continued to open, and listened for more noises, not know what would happen.
(Hm, yeah, sorry if it is a bit long. You don't have to write as much. Otherwise, is it good?)
Having flown for years and not noticed, thanks to cybersleep, she felt well rested, and, though Scar would never admit it, nervous. Flipping dulled, red hair form her dark brown eyes, she sighed and strapped the knife to her other thigh, feeling the sickness of pressurising as tey touched down. they were a small ship in comparsion to many, about the size of one of the small cruise ships back home. Housing only 20 men and women, space-fighters and explorers alike, it was one of the many sent out to explore the universes. And Scar had only just made it on.
Still sitting, she bent her head,hidnig her face from the rest of the men, so they could not see the cold sweat running down her brow. A few minutes pasted, and Scar became aware that they were no longer moving. They were down. Breathing a sigh of relief, she stood, as the doors tot he outside opened, and she had to blink against the light. But as her eyes adjusted, and she pulled the darkened, black goggles over them, she knew something was wrong. Turning away from the opening door, she moved towards the bak, going to check the scanner, when the first sound echoed. Something hand landed on the roof.
The hanger fell silent, as Scar glanced around. were they going to die? Or was it just their imagination? The scans had not shown any life on this planet, and yet, they could be wrong. They could always be wrong. Scar watched as the hanger doors continued to open, and listened for more noises, not know what would happen.
(Hm, yeah, sorry if it is a bit long. You don't have to write as much. Otherwise, is it good?)
[Yep, this is one of the many different ways to start a AlienxExplorer starter, me being the explorer. I'll write another one differently soon.
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