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A few minutes after Isvara and Sophie entered Centuria's atmosphere on their escape pod passing through the clouds, their gravitational resistance engines automatically turned on, slowing down the descent. Shortly after, when the free falling speed was reduced, the pod's parachute released, allowing them to land safely in a rocky Centurian desert plain.

The system sensed the atmosphere to see if it was able to sustain human life, and the AI within the system spoke.

"Oxygen levels and temperatures are able to sustain your lives. Your medical However, there is more gravity, therefore you will feel heavier."

Isvara thought he'd make a joke about the situation.

"Ya hear that Sophie? Is you feel heavier, it isn't because you've grown fat, so no need to look into the mirror!"

Isvara looked to the pod's system to find out where the others were. He downloaded the information into his wristband so that he would be able to find the rest, and his Von Neumann bunny, Sparkles, who would quite possibly have mapped the area.

The pods system unbelted the two and allowed them to see the brave new world. It consisted of a a slightly greenish sky, the star was much larger in size than that of the sun's, and thankfully the desert wasn't completely dry; there was strange plant life and even stranger alien life forms.

It was a marvel, ripe for Isvara to perform new studies and to find out what was edible or not. He remembered how discoverers in the past named animals and plants after themselves.

He turned to Sophie again, trying to make light of the situation of crash landing on an alien planet.

"At least we get to name all o' these plants and life forms after ourselves, eh?"

He pointed to a random green plant which sort of resembled a cactus.

"We'll name that the Sophionus Isvarius. How about that?"

Isvara looked back at Sophie. He got a bit angry. Not at her, but at the situation at hand.

"'How silly'," he scoffed at her, "Is that all you can say? I was hopin' you'd be more realistic and tell us that were ******** saw her flinch a bit, and before she could say anything, he quickly apologized.

"Forgive me for getting all...angry, Sophie."

He sat down on the dry ground to think. He had to do something to tell someone out there what had happened and where they were.

I'll send out a few tachyon signals. Perhaps someone will find us

He sent out a signal using his wrist computer, pointing out which star system he was in, which planet, and what coordinates.

"I hope someone finds us..."

Isvara heard Sophie's stomach grumble quite loud. He then looked towards her.

"Don't sweat it. We've got food," he assured her.

He went back into the landed pod to retrieve food, which was kept there to sustain life. The system worked quite interestingly. In the pod were kept bastions of genetically modified cells which can be used to reproduce a sizable amount of food. Sort like seeds, growing directly into lunch without the middle people getting involved in the process. However, for the moment, the pod had a stocked supply of food and water that was ready made.

He continued to look for something he found tasty.

Perhaps chicken strips. Yes, chicken strips are good. But what would Sophie like? Hrmm. I know...

Isvara walked out of the pod with 5 chicken strips and a container of lasagna.

Sophie was dumbfounded at how Isvara found the food.

"Don't ask," he smiled, "Just eat. After we're done, we look for the others."

He sat close beside Sophie, and put his left arm around her.

"And don't worry. We'll be home on Earth in no time."

It was weird for him but it was an attempt, albeit a weak one, to show her not to worry about anything. For now, they were alone in an alien world and she was the only one there with him. He might as well start being nice and show that he cared.

"Oh, someone...HUMAN, will find us for sure."

Isvara was never the one to be very pessimistic so naturally, his reply to Sophie was as such. He looked to her and saw the side profile of her face. He smirked at a thought that ran through his head.

"And if we aren't found," he continued, "someone's gotta start a brand spankin' new civilization if ya know what I mean...mhm...bad joke, I know..."

Isvara laughed at Sophie's reaction and pat her on her head.

"Like I said, I was kidding," replied Isvara as he looked to the sky.

But really, what if we really are stuck here together? Alone?

From the sky he saw a couple of escape pods raining down from space.

"Sophie," he smiled, "Our buddies have made it."

Delightful. It seemed to be the best word for what was going on right now.

Cups of coffee: seven.

She looked out at the fast-approaching ground. It looked pleasant enough.
"Oxygen levels and temperatures are able to sustain your lives," said the tinny voice of the pod, "However, there is more gravity-"
"Therefore, heavier," murmured Ezra, in synch with the pod's words.

Fashion status: shot to hell, considering the state her wardrobe was probably in after that little fiasco entering Centuria's orbit. She still wasn't sure what had happened there, but most of the decent and easy-to-clean clothes she had brought along were probably all a smoking ball of synthetic fibre now.

Fiasco. That was the only word for it. She didn't know what had happened and she really, really did not like the not knowing. It was one of the things that could rasp gainst Ezra's normally made-of-titanium nerves.

Hair status: perfect. For once. It was standing up without any external assistance whatsoever, and the purple she'd put in it just recently looked blindingly brilliant.

She hoped against hope, though, that dear ol' Cap'n Rac had taken the fall for this. Physically. The delightful situation would be a little bit better if they were one captain less when they landed, because she did not need the man dragging the crew down. The rest of the crew! She hoped they were all alright.

Boots: one hundred per cent. Steel-toed had been the right choice for this morning, from the looks of it.

Desert, from the looks of it, was where they were going to land. At least they wouldn't have to worry about struggling for air. Food should be supplied for, too, to the best of her knowledge. At least they would be taken care of for some part, and the rest...well, that was what guns were for, and she wasn't bad at combining boots and bullets to take down threats.

Companion status: ...well. Ezra looked over at Evan, who, to her, wasn't looking too good. Slowly, she reached over and shook him gently by the shoulder.

"Evan?" she said quietly. "Y'alright?"

Delightful, she repeated to herself mentally, pinching her nose against the acrid smell of vomit. She kicked a blob off, with one very slight ankle flick, in Evan's direction.

They were touching down, she noticed, mainly because of the jerking sensation she felt in her stomach from switching between 'plummet' and 'drift'. First things first: when they landed, she was going to get the vomit off her boots, and then she was going to kick Evan's a**. Then she was going to scout the area for potential threats and take appropriate measures if there were any. Then she would try and find Sophie and Isvara. While she was sure Isvara's nanobots could take care of the both of them, it was probably safer to stay together.

"Amazin'," Ezra said dryly and somewhat nasally. "It's the first time I ain't seen carrots in someone's barf. How long has it been since y'last ate those?" Idly, she flicked another lump of puke in the direction of Evan's legs, breathed through her mouth, and stopped paying as much attention to him.

She tapped one-handed on her arm computer, which was synched to the military computer systems, and with no small amount of relief saw the coordinate dots on the map that marked that people were safe - that they were safe and able to move, no less. This was working out better than she'd expected. And they touched down, with a dusty thump, in the middle of of a cluster of tall rocks.

The doors opened and Ezra stumbled out, breathing deeply of the sweet and vomit-free air of Centuria. Sand. Desert. She was grateful for the cover of the tall rocks surrounding them; not that the heat bothered her, but it was a nicer entry that way. Besides, it almost felt like they were surrounded by walls of some long-dead civilisation. She also took the opportunity to wipe her boots clean of the vomit using some sand, but surely there was some easier way to-

Oh, that was right. Nanobots. She sighed, stepped back into the pod and entered in the code for nanobots to begin cleaning.
"Welcome to Centuria," she drawled, snatching up her sunglasses from her passenger compartment as she gave Evan a wide, catlike smile. "Let's go take a look at th'Confeds new playground."

Ezra laughed at the pun. It was so bad it was funny, in a way. Some way. She spun round and began walking in the direction he had indicated.
"Pretty by their standards, probably," Ezra said. "Meanin' they won't look anythin' like us, Evan darlin'. If ya're thinkin' of pickin' up a giant insect-" She shrugged. "Well, y'know. Each to their own."

There was a long pause in which no comment about Evan's manliness, protest about his straightness, or affirmation of his irresistible levels of testosterone was made. She turned around and noted the rock. She also noted Evan next to the rock, complete with dazed expression.

She sighed. "There oughta be anti-entrysickness pills in th'pod. I'll go get some." She trudged back to the pod. The nanobots had cleaned up the vomit; it even smelt faintly of pine, which was pleasant. The door opened in response to a thumbscan, and she opened the medical kit in the back.

Anti-entrysickness pills were between the painkillers and the gravity readjustment pills, all in a handy and tiny box. Tiny enough to be portable. She grabbed it and stuffed it in her satchel; there were antiseptic nanobots in there too, probably, and there should be some wound-repair nanobots as well. They had no idea what they might encounter and she was not going to run the risk of finding something she wasn't prepared for. Her gun was primed, cleaned and loaded, she knew, and she had spare cartridges in a belt around her waist. Water. They would need water, in case. She took two bottles of that, too, and wished she'd brought something more effectual, like that lovely backpack she'd gotten at a discount in Paris.

Too late for that. Best think about surviving, she thought, and she threw things into her bag as quickly as possible and slid out of the pod to where Evan was.
"Ain't dead yet, are ya?" she said. "A real man wouldn't die and leave a lady all on her own in a time of real trouble."