Thread: Stranded [Words and Conviction and Sigr]

Piloting his vessel through the asteroid belt had been something of a task, requiring intense focus. So when he'd powered through that and was approaching the planet he'd breathed a sigh of relief. Fingertips flying over the instrument panel so that the ship would provide a self analysis if any of the debris had penetrated the shields and caused physical damage. Little did he know the dangers of what he'd just accomplished as it was likely one of the motivating factors of the scene unfolded on the planet surface. He hadn't noticed it in the moment but Marcus fingertips were ice cold from the tension and there was a deep line of sweat collecting on his brow. He rose from his chair and his voice commanded the vessel to take over. Xena, take over landing protocol. He'd moved from the cockpit towards the mess hall. The ship wasn't massive. So it'd only taken him thirty seconds at most to reach it. He was pouring himself a deep blue drink, it was the color of cacao-like beans from one of the rim planets. It had nearly double the caffeine content of Earth's coffee. That was when the AI's voice could be heard from the ship's intercom. Captain, there's a crashed ship on the surface. It's beacon strength has weakened to the point where I could not pick it up on sensors until we penetrated the planet's atmosphere. Would you like me to land there so you may survey? Yes Xena, land approximately twenty meters away on the most stable location that has a reasonable walking path to the downed ship. Do not lower the shields in the event that this is a trap. Marcus was acutely aware of pirates throughout many systems that faked distress beacons to catch people off guard. Marcus took a sip of his drink and set it back on the table. He moved quickly to the lockers that stored personal gear for land operations. Suit required? - No Captain, the planet has the required oxygen levels for sustaining human life. Marcus chose then to grab his blaster, it was custom made to fit into the palm of his hand. It's grip was smooth to the touch but sticky once gripped, a rather unique material. He slipped on his left hand a shield it appeared like a strange ring that wrapped around his middle and ring finger that was attached to a thin wire that led to a pad no larger then a quarter in his palm. When depressed it'd bring up an energy shield roughly the size of his torso that could absorb hand-held blaster fire. It was shortly after he'd finished equipping himself that he could feel the vibration of the deploying landing gear and the soft rumble that occurred when the ship was settled. Xena automatically lowered the exit ramp to which Marcus walked out of it with a smooth stride. A tight neoprene shirt hugged his muscular torso, it was a dark gray in color while his pants were a crimson red. Typical flight suit pants in that they were just a touch loose for comfort in movement, they fell over a pair of brown boots. The engines of the ship quieted to a dull hum, he let his vision scan across the horizon until he spotted the vessel. Are you in distress, do you need help?! Marcus voice penetrated the air, it's baritone pitch cascading easily across the distance. The man was around or just over six feet in height and had chestnut brown hair. Even in the distance the groomed facial hair of his short beard could be identified by a keen eye. He approached the ship at a steady but cautious pace.