Shumi was coming back with a fresh bail of fruit front he woods when she heard the NaviKom in the ship beeping again. she quickly discarded the fruit as she ran up the ship's loading ramp and into the bridge. the NaviKom's screen was flicking, something was heading towards her general direction, fast. Shumi punched it up hastily.  it was the Male-ship, it had fallen out of orbit and was now plummeting towards the planet.  in fact is was heading right towards her.  she could hear the tearing of metal against rock outside as the ship clipped the mountain above her. Shumi ran to the the nearest porthole window and watched as a large smoking ship careened passed over head, before finally crashing some where in the distance.  Shumi glanced back at the NaviKom, they had landed over three miles south of her,  that was near on the villages, the one with the temple.<br/><br/>Shumi gulped. she hoped whomever was on board had perished in the crash, otherwise, they would have to deal with the natives, in which they might as well be dead.  But still even so.... there was another ship on the planet now, not a space worthy ship, not anymore, but chances are there might still be something to salvage, maybe the InertialDrive on the thing was still intact.<br/><br/>Re-engineering male tech to suit a ship ten times her age was still a long shot through, and even if it were would the native lets her get close enough to salvage anything.  Shumi had always remained pragmatic, and cautious.  no unnecessary risks, always play it safe. but for how long? till she was a withered old hag, till she died living as a hermit, if the natives didn't kill her first?  No, she wouldn't have another operatunity like this...<br/><br/><br/>After a few hours she was ready. she donned a vest made from layers of heavy cloth and resin, making a primitive sort of Kevlar. unfortunately she couldn't close it, she had made a mistakes in measurements and forgot to factor in her own bust. her breasts weren't huge, but still prominent enough that the thing simply would close int he front, but would definitely stop a spear to the back, in her pockets she had a few fragmentation grenades, a pair of  hand guns on with extra clips and a .44mm rifle, and an accurate on too.  she knew the stream flowed past the village, so she didn't bother carrying extra water. was going to have to scout, but if she was caught, throw a smoke grenade and run like hell back to the Beagle.<br/><br/>She took a few deep calming breaths trying to collect her nerves. You got this, the small girl told herself, giving herself a few moment before heading into the jungle, heading south for the village and the crash site.