Thread: The Great Divide: Main thread.

Light was starting to creep through one of the thick port holes. the Pink haired girl grunted lethargically and tried to roll to the side. she was clad only in a tight tank top and very short pink cotton shorts. she had her arms and legs wrapped around her body pillow, her cuddle pillow. a slight disturbance in a the air about her made her open an eye. the crack digital clock read 0738. She grunted, as much as she would have loved to sleep in to she knew there were chores to be done. the girl lethargically sat up from her cot and streached out her arms and gave her lithe body a few twists. the pops and snaps felt reassuring, it meant she was keeping busy. it was five years since she had crashed on Eve, five years since she lost both her parents, fives years she had to learn to live with what was available, five years she had to be wary of the natives. she wasn't like them, she was something different. among all the tribes on Eve, all for then were women born by women, except for shumi. Shumi was a product of a long forgotten practice of mating a man with a women to produce... well a man of a women. in biological terms is made perfect sense to Shumi by was considered freakish and unnatural by the tribal elders. some threatened to wipe her out, and her parents' history of the pre-war world with it. it was only when Shumi threatened to detonate the fusion Reactor aboard the Beagle Scribe and Nuke half the planet that the tribes backed off and more or less let her be. they still spied on her, she could feel it. mostly just kids who wanted to see the scary which at the foot of the mountain and her scary talking metal house. the talking house thing was just a recording she made of the ships PA system when she felt the natives were too close for comfort. it took three audio filter to make it sound demonic enough, but truly, Fear and an automated turret system were really the only things keeping the tribes from attacking this place. the women here were big and strong too. shumi was roughly the size of a child compared to them, and pretty cute too. unfortunately some of the youngsters who keep seeking around her perimeter have probably noticed that she isn't as scary as the tales say. maybe it was finally time to make formal contact with them again, or maybe not. Shumi remembered too well the initial hostility she faced, and made an honest effort to survive independent on them, she made some real leaps. she managed to covert the ship's water recyc machine to to purify the water form a nearby stream, pumped by way of a series of old utility pipes and ran across a few cultivated fields for farming. enough to support one anyway, and make it through winter. Shumi took her time in the shower, she still needed to fix the water heater. The Beagle's loading ramp was still down, but anything trying to sneak into her ship would have set off the alarm system and possibly the guns and claymores. so what was it that she sensed this morning? probably something to do with the mana, the damn planet was full of it. 'drink the water eat the food.' she thought. still she couldn't take risks Dressed in a clean tank top and a pair of baggy cargo shorts, shumi donned a purple kerchief and sat at the ship's computer and started scrolling through last night's surveillance logs. her mind may have been playing tricks on her, but she had to be sure...