Anastasia-The Awakening of the Crew
The spacecraft shuttered, one wing was blown off and the other hadn't fared very well either. The sputters shook the ship to and fro, causing Anastasia to grip the controls tighter. Her fear was one of not being able to reach the ship she learned about earlier, the one that could help her out. She pulled out a small tablet and started to record her voice in her accent as the ideas came to her.
The year is 2305. I am making this from my ship. I am on the run from what I assume are pirates. They are pursuing me endlessly. If I make it out of this, there is only one palce to go for this message to make effect. Here it is. Humanity has fallen. Yet, it was not another race that caused this. In fact, none know how this has happened. What is known is that the collapse happened suddenly. In only five years, What once was a great shining beacon of honor is now a rusted husk of what was. what little remains left of the human race is either on shattered space stations or left on broken colonies. There is no more civilization for humanity. There is no technology. Only the ability to wait and die.She put the tablet away again. The planet shifted into view. A big blue planet from the surface, an icy world. Looking eerily similar to her homelands, she prepared to land. Unfortunately her plans wouldn't work out. The second wing fell off, giving her no control. as the ship started burning in the atmosphere, the plates of it fell off. bits came off, flying down to the land below, causing the pristine beauty to become a dump. It was time to jump. Kicking off the glass cockpit cover with her metal legs, she rocketed out, bracing for impact below. Her legs landed, cratering her landing zone and causing more destruction. She limped towards the ship, her breathing ragged. Before reaching the door, her left robotic arm fell off, lying in the snow to spark and smoke. It twitched like a bug, and with one final look, she turned to go into the ship.
Inside was a breath of fresh air. She made her way to the cryo chambers, and burst the door open. She slammed the button to release whoever. She didn't care, as long as someone was awake. Running out of breath, she slid down the wall, tearing open her uniform to look at the injuries she sustained. Two shots to the chest, both through her right lung. The burn scars were obvious. The hiss of the chamber opening caught her attention, and she looked up. She slid the data tablet towards the new person, her remaining arm and legs still sparking.
"Listen to it." She commanded, uncaring of whether it was the captain or not.