The Razors Decent

Posted on Mon Dec 21st, 2009 @ 3:08pm by Commander John Sheridan

225 words; about a 1 minute read

Mission: The Devils Snare
Location: Planetside
Timeline: Current

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Del'ore walked slowly through the scrub Forrest, it had been Three days. She had seen the away team shuttle far in the distance before she ejected her fighter. Her Vulcan logic told her they were at least a Hundred kilometers due west of her if they survived the landing. She had landed on the side of a ridge overlooking a wide valley, She had no idea were her fighter was so logic drove her to start moving towards the last known direction of the shuttle.

The weather was fair and all she heard on the first day was the ambient sounds of the Forrest. Del'ore saw no paths or signs of life other than strange birds and small creatures which she avoided completely. The Second day she had made a small shelter and rested. A few bites of a ration bar kept her satisfied and that night she had made the ridge opposite of the valley. Still nothing... She had moved early the Third day and had reached this scrub Forrest, It was easy travel in her desired direction. Every several hour she hit her rescue beacon on the outside chance her signal could be picked up but nothing yet. She moved on there was Five hours of light left and she had only walked Ten kilometers, Del'ore had a way to go.

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