<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Koriand’r</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ carpark<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lucifer<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>---<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>Kori’s Spaceship (https://weburbanist.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/ferrari-spaceship-2.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>In the eerie ambience of outer space, a lone, photovoltaic starship stealthily breached the borders of the ‘Sol’ system in a lightspeed jump so unfathomable to the constraints of Human science and technology, that it might as well have blinked into existence from nowhere. Yet the alien passenger tucked safely within the reflective stealth metal of the sleek craft, was not amused by her ship’s navigational systems. Koriand’r, former Princess of Tamaran, had been relying solely upon auto-pilot to transport her twenty-six light years, from the Vega System to her calculated destination. Yet as much as she wanted to marvel at the sights of this primitive star system and all its’ uninhabitable planets, she could barely hear herself think above all the beeping warning sounds, coupled with the flashing lights over the control panel. Panicking to decipher the error codes as the ship rapidly approached the rings of Saturn, the blinking messages on the large screen in the native Tamaranean language of symbols, warned of a miscalculation within the target planet's calibrations. Manicured, orange digits continued to rapidly tap and drag at the screen, whilst the ship continued to manoeuvre through the asteroid belt towards barren Mars. Where was the miscalculation!? Dark auburn brows furrowed over narrowing, utterly green eyes, forging a confused scowl.<br/><br/><div align="center"> » ERROR! Re-calculating. Planet Earth. Gravity: 9.807 m/s² « </div><br/><strong>“<em>X’al!</em>”</strong>She evoked the Goddess’ name, as she quickly clicked her harnessed seat-belt into place and readjusted the straps with a sharp tug. This was…<em>probably</em>going to be a bumpy landing, if the re-calculations rapidly appearing on screen were anything to go by. Having already soared past Mars though, the green and blue, life-supporting planet was already in sight. It was too late to do anything but sit back, enjoy the ride, and pray to the Goddess that this primitive planet didn’t do too much damage to her ship. The last thing she wanted was to be stranded in some backwater star system. Correction: For her<em>ship</em>to be stranded, because whilst she was perfectly capable of self-propelled interstellar flight, she could only hazard a guess that Earth was nowhere near advanced enough to assist with any repairs to her ship. What an inconvenient adventure<em>that</em>would be.<br/><br/><div align="center"> » Landing Sequence: Initiated « </div><br/>The ship suddenly announced in the exotic and melodic Tamaranean dialect, and slowly but surely, the craft sling-hooked around the planet to ensure the safest angle into the Earth’s atmosphere at the desired co-ordinates. As expected, the gravitational pull immediately tugged at the ship, but the all-consuming flames that rumbled and roared outside as they licked against the sturdy, alien metal upon entry, were of no concern to a surprisingly very relaxed Koriand’r. Inside the ship, was the calming ambience of extra-terrestrial, instrumental music, whilst she casually sipped on a freshly brewed mug of herbal tea. In a matter of trivial seconds, the flames cleared, and the protective exterior shutters re-opened to reveal bright blue skies, fluffy white clouds and –<br/><br/><div align="center"> » WARNING! WARNING! COLLISION IMMINENT! « </div><br/><em>What?!</em>Wide eyes registered the rapidly approaching ‘blip’ on the screen, and Koriand’r barely had time to grip hold of the joy-stick styled steering wheel, let alone rest her emptied cup in the designated holder. The contact of her fingerprints against the controls immediately deactivated the auto-pilot as she pulled back on the control wheel and sharply jerked to the right,<em>just</em>in time to avoid what would have been a guaranteed collision with an unnecessarily<em>loud</em>and bulky aircraft! Whilst it was a miracle that she wasn’t clipped by the passing vehicle, her trajectory was briefly spun out of control courtesy of the unanticipated manoeuvre coupled by the equally unexpected, powerful thrust from the jet engines. As expected, the navigation systems went absolutely crazy again with warning sounds and flashing lights, as the marked co-ordinates were drastically altered. Hurtling down to Earth at break-neck speed, all she could do was grip the control wheel tightly and try to manually land in the nearest stretch of open land.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em><strong>C R A S H !</strong></em></div><br/>In the middle of a car park, situated in the large city of Perth, capital of Western Australia, surged what felt like a momentary earthquake within the resounding area. At the tremoring epicentre, within a minor crater, lay the cause of the sudden disturbance. Stealth systems completely disabled from the crash landing, the sleek, metallic spaceship was buried sideways, positioned at an awkward, nose-dipped diagonal; half in, and half out of the crater. Inside the ship, perturbed by the graceless and unceremonious crash-landing, Koriand’r finally relinquished her unnecessarily tight grip over the control-sticks. A brief sigh of relief escaped her purple tinted, full lips. No one had been injured. As for her ship though, the relentlessly consistent beeping overhead, was a cause for concern. Surely the Earth’s terrain wasn’t a danger to her ship’s armoured plating?<br/><br/><div align="center"> » WARNING: UNCHARTED TERRITORY DETECTED! « </div><br/><em>Ah!</em>Maybe not then.<em>Uncharted territory indeed!</em>She contentedly smiled and hummed to herself whilst she tapped in the code to put the navigations systems into sleeper mode. After all, charting new territory was all part of her ‘mission’, and in spite of the slightly bumpy landing, the Tamaranean Princess was eager to set foot on this strange new world. So, without warning, after a moment of perfect stillness, an otherwise undetectable door silently slid open to the side of the ship. There was no need for her to clamber or climb her way out from the awkward angle of the doorway.<em>No</em>, in a burst of fiery energy, she<em>flew</em>out from the opened door; stretching out her arms to spin in the air several feet above her crashed ship, with the grace of a ballerina. Vibrant red, wavy hair weaved around her voluptuous form like a ribbon, along with the fiery contrail bursting from the sun-kissed tips, leaving a blaze in her wake all the way down to the toes of her thigh-high boots. Having been cooped up for far too long, the sunlight already felt<em>glorious</em>against her orange skin, even though the temperature was much cooler than she was used to. A mere 20°C, according to the readings on her ship. Her spacesuit, however, was designed to soak up as much energy as possible. The reflective design acting like solar panels, helping her body to absorb the UV rays, whilst her revealed skin naturally did the rest.<br/><br/>After that single spin complete with a much-needed stretch, Koriand’r relaxed her arms by her sides, shoulders pushed back and chest pushed forwards, as her curious green eyes examined her surroundings. There were many tall buildings beyond the flat expanse of cracked and disturbed concrete, and not many trees in plain sight, much to her initial sadness and disappointment.<em>A very grey jungle</em>, she internally remarked with a little frown. And so noisy! She could hear echoes of strange voices from beyond the small, driveway car park, but the noise of the halted traffic from the main road behind her, had her wincing with palms suddenly pressed to her ears.<em>Such awful sounds! Worse than Z’orasaur female in heat!</em><br/><br/>Hissing a breath, she turned slightly to face the building, and her green eyes widened.<strong>“Ah! A Human!”</strong>Her melodic voice excitedly exclaimed out loud, albeit in her alien, Tamaranean tongue. Descending down to the cracked concrete, the flames of her hair distinguished as she stepped forwards to make first contact. A broad smile lighting up her face, and when she stopped at roughly arm’s length, she realised that he was<em>much</em>taller than the first Human she’d ever encountered:<em>General Hokum</em>. Regardless, given how under-advanced this planet was, she raised her hands palm up in a universal gesture to show that she was unarmed. Well… as far as equippable weapons.<br/><br/><strong>“Do not fear, Human. I come in peace, not to harm.”</strong>She gently explained in that same, soothing alien tongue. Surely, they<em>at least</em>had the technology for auto-translator devices? Even the<em>Changralynians</em>of the farthest, twenty-second Planet of the Vega System, had managed that much!<strong>“Do you… understand?”</strong>Her green eyes blinked once, then expectantly stared directly into his for a response.<br/>