Thread: Crashed on Slythxx {darkest_fate&Zacki}

Captain Amelia LaRou coughed up space dust and excess fuel as she pushed aside the protective shield. It had saved her and her Ensign from the worst of the damage from the explosion, propelling them toward their destination at a much greater rate than expected. It had also nearly crushed the two of them, and LaRou could feel tears in the skintight space suit she wore. She groaned, running a hand through her hair, which had come loose from its headbinding at some point during the crash. LaRou had thick waves of dark auburn, the type that showed quite clearly against her very pale skin. Now said hair happened to look as though it had been zapped, and bits of space dust clung to it. Report, Ensign, choked the captain, hitting her chest again. The motion caused her rather impressive breasts to bounce. There had actually been some jokes regarding whether LaRou was too busty to become an astronaut. Her record demonstrated how very wrong that was. The ship's totaled, said the Ensign, her voice also raspy. Ensign Kelli Wu was a petite Asian woman with relatively short, black hair. She reached up to pluck a bit of debris from a loose bang, tossing it aside and grimacing. She looked cute, almost adorable, which had caused her all sorts of problems when going through training. Like most of this crew, however, Ensign Wu had proven that she had what it took to get a mission solved. She just happened to look like a cute Asian schoolgirl. The propulsion system failed at a crucial juncture, causing our ship to veer off course, and, well, I think you can see what happened. We crashed, agreed LaRou, frowning as she scanned the landscape. She reached up, pulling a visor over her deep green eyes. Readouts confirmed what she already knew a viable atmosphere, a dead ship, and a few life form readings. Both she and the Ensign were perfectly fine, which just left the rest of the crew. I found Corporal Smith, said Wu. She was nudging a body with her foot a body that happened to be missing a bit. And there's some more of her, and some more over there. Any signs of the others? asked LaRou, pulling her eyes away. Smith had been well trained and seasoned, not to mention thoroughly likable. Uh, getting readouts from that way, said Wu, pointing off in the distance. Could be the locals though. Hmm... hey, there's a readout! looks like... Like Lieutenant Patricia O'Reilly, said the cheerful voice. It belonged to a buxom blonde woman who looked more like a cover model dressed in a sci-fi costume than a trained space pioneer. Freckles covered her face, and her long, golden hair had been pulled back into a braid. O'Reilly had curves in all the right places, and her breasts were as large as LaRou's, if not larger. However, she also had a knack for thinking on the fly and a personality that made you like her despite the fact that she fit nearly every other blonde haired, blue eyed, ex-cheerleader stereotype in the book. Any clue? asked O'Reilly as she came up. LaRue and Wu shook their heads, and the three frowned. It was unlikely that they were the only ones left alive, even from a crash like this. However, there weren't any other signs of life, and there were more bodies here besides Smith's. They spread out to look around, not knowing that they'd been noticed by locals, locals who were already well on their way.