I frantically move across my holo-screen, hands flying across buttons and switches as pure adrenaline courses through my body, alarms blaring from every corner and every angle, each one seeming to repeat the same warning. I was going to die, alone, on a planet I’ve never been to before.

The ground gets closer, and all I can hear is tearing metal as my ship slams into the dirt, mockingly similar to my own planet’s.

I stagger out through a tear in the hull, vision swimming, body trembling, and mind racing as I try to piece together where I landed and how I’m not dead. I can’t, and I stumble, a pained sound slipping from my lips as I fall to the ground, hand outstretched and pleading as I catch sight of your vague shape.

’Maybe you were of my species’, I hope. But I know Yenlei wouldn’t be so kind as to grant me this luck after fleeing. Regardless, I force a plea out, fearing you wouldn’t hear it. “help….”