Asterias Belt, Zelta Zone.......<br/><br/>Preparing to Jump. . . . . . coordinates processed . . . . . . Jump initiating . . . . .<br/><br/>ERROR<br/><br/>ERROR<br/><br/>ERROR<br/><br/>Emergency Tear initiated!<br/><br/>. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .<br/><br/><br/>High above the lush green planet in space, a sudden tear opened up in low orbit. A relatively small and compact white ship suddenly shot out of the tear in space, rocketing towards the planet. Inside, the pilot scrambled to find the source of the flight problem. The cockpit instruments had gone from a calm blue to a deep red, some indicators flashing. The pilot cursed as she frantically attempted to regain control of her craft. The ship continued to descend lower in lower in orbit as the planet's gravity began to pull on the small spacecraft. Soon the ship began to enter the planet's atmosphere, flames began flicking across the cockpit window as the air around the ship began to heat up due to the friction. Thankfully the heat shields held as the ship began to become engulfed in reentry flames. The pilot cursed aloud as she began to pull up on the controls.<br/><br/>"For fuck sake! I just had this damn thing refitted and of course with my fucking luck, the Slipspace Navigation Computer had to go all fucking nuts on me! God dammit!" She began to pull up hard, leveling out the spacecraft over a massive storm. While the ship had some glider capabilities it could not do it forever, even at the speeds it was going. A loud bang could be heard even from the ground below as the ship broke the sound barrier. Her speed and flight angle left her no choice but to head into the storm and hopefully find a suitable landing spot. As she plunged through the clouds, the ship shook violently as the turbulence of the winds buffeted the ship. The entire craft suddenly became engulfed in steam as the extremely hot surface of the ship came in contact with the rain. She could barley see through the steam, and foggy air as the craft now came as low as canopy level, skimming the branches of the lower trees. Warnings blared in the cockpit about her altitude, but she barley took notice, now fully focused on flying the damaged ship. Finally she saw a small break in the trees near one massive, skyscraper sized tree. The landing gear lowered and the ship violently shook as it impacted the ground. Various bits of dirt and grass flew up as the nose landing gear's suspension collapsed from the impact. Eventually it came to slow halt, just feet away from the wall of thick forest. The seemingly elite pilot sighed in relief, swiveled her chair towards the rear of the ship and got up.<br/><br/>Her name is Malyan Remarko, a smuggler who had just been in the process of transporting illegal military grade weaponry to a hidden bandit base. According the ships atmospheric sensors, the air was breathable, so she dawned her gear and lowered the rear loading ramp of the ship. She wore a single eye piece headset that provided a HUD linked up to a vest she wore. On her right shoulder was a small white block with a single glowing orange lens. It swiveled in whatever direction she was looking. It doubled both as a thermal camera and as a motion detector. grabbed a 12.7mm Recoilless Rifle and walked out of the ship. A quick patrol around the area and a glance at the motion detector indicated that it was clear in a 40 meter radius. She sighed then climbed up on top of the ship to begin to see if she could at least get her pulse engines back online.