Thread: 'The Black' (Travel Thread...Travel Between Planets, etc.)

Name Nickname Laelestra Quentin Laela Attire Golden brown gown showing off some leg and ankle, corset, brown leather boots, jewelry. Weapon None Location Her vessel Traveling from Helios to Charon, orbiting Charon. Tagging Anyone. Time October 1, 3075 Early evening. The alarms were going off and the lights were blinking a sick shade of red. Alert, alert! The hull has been breached! Alert, alert! The hull has been breached! The monotone voice of the AI system kept on repeating the warning over and over again and it was more than Laela could bear. The fact that she could feel the ship being pulled into the gravitational field of Charon below was enough to make her heart speed up and her adrenaline course through her veins. She knew something had gone terribly wrong. Stray meteors, something. Whatever it had been, something had struck the ship and now it was going down. The problem was that she knew damn well no one had gotten in contact with anyone below on the planet's surface, which meant that Hal was unaware of the problems she and her family were suddenly facing. No one knew that they were having problems, that their ship was going down. Laela picked up her skirts and ran along the corridors until she reached the bridge. Her parents, Jareth and Sherylindria were both standing there pale and withdrawn. It was clear to her that the troubles they were facing were far worse than she thought. Were they going to actually crash? Swallowing, she began to mentally prepare herself for the worse. Just then there was a jolt. Entering atmosphere! Entering atmosphere! The AI voice sounded yet again and Laela knew they were all done for. They were going to crash and more than likely die. At that, she watched her parents and everyone else frantically run searching for their seats to strap themselves in. Of course, she knew it would be of little help. If they were going to crash, their ship would be torn in two... or maybe even several pieces... along the way. Feeling sick, Laela moved to seat herself anyway. As she did, she fell, tumbling across the floor. The ship was shaking terribly and it was near impossible for her to get up. Crawling on the floor, she made her way to a nook and hid underneath it, curling into a tight ball as she waited for the ship to finally come to a stop. It seemed like hours as the ship tumbled and tossed, jolted and shaking. Items were falling everywhere and something even fell in the way of where she was hiding, blocking her off a bit. She let out a scream and covered her head wishing the ship would just stop. Suddenly the ship hit something hard and Laela felt her entire body shake. She was getting bruised badly as she got jostled about in her tiny hiding place, but at least she was well protected. It was then that she knew the ship had hit land. Charon? Had the ship hit the planet itself? Did Hal know? Of course not. No one did. They hadn't had time to signal anyone... Once the ship finally stopped, she sat there for several long moments just shivering and shaking, terrified to even move. Finally, she dared to get out of her hiding place, knowing she couldn't stay there forever. It took Laela several attempts to push whatever it was that had been blocking her out of the way, but eventually she managed. Once out, she realized just how sore and bruised she was. Thankfully, however, she hadn't broken anything. As she stood up, she covered her mouth and choked on a sob. In their seats, she saw her parents, both impaled by metal rods that had somehow fallen during the crash. She was truly alone now. Alone. On Charon. And with no way to reach Hal. Exits to Charon