Star Trek: The Next Gestation

Leesa Tiol grunted as she repeatedly kicked away at the shuttlecraft’s buckled exit hatch until it gave way. It clattered out onto the black rocks of the uncharted planet she had crashed on, which thankfully was M-class, supporting an oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere. She stepped out into the black sand and looked around, her hand touching her holstered phaser at her side. For kilometers in every direction was a wasteland of black sand and rock formations; towards magnetic north stood a sierra of similarly colored mountains, above which the system’s blue sun was slowly creeping westward. Nothing was threatening to her eyes, so she let her hand fall and stretched her arms, her tendons popping after the extended trip. She had been four hours in that shuttlecraft before the planet’s atmosphere had distorted her craft’s drive core and caused her to crash; which is when she sustained quite a few bruises despite her crash restraints. Doubting that it would work, Leesa regardless…

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