Valerian just wanted to be a pilot.

How was he supposed to know that his plane would crash? That it would fall right in the middle of enemy territory? What was he supposed to do? Lay and wait for someone to come by?

He almost grew too hopeful for death to eventually come naturally, from the crash wounds he suffered falling out of a damn tree.

Almost.

Valerian looks up and sees a girl, a nurse specifically. She looked like she was still training, like an apprentice. “Who-” he nearly stood to defend himself before collapsing again.

He looked around the forest. Pretty far from any base camp, his plane crash was less than a mile away, but he was covered from head to toe in dirt and blood. “Get back,” his feet tried to push him away from the enemy.

She looked sweet, but he very clearly is someone from the other side. “I want to help you,” she said in very rough Russian, and Valerian laid there for a moment.

”Theres an unused base,” without fighting, and without breaking any bones, the nurse grabs him around his shoulders and hoists his ass up to walk to a big opening. Ugly, rusting, unused. Unfound. “Stay in here… please…”

Valerian sat and glared at the nurse, a hand over his knee while he tried to get comfortable. “What do you want from me? Huh?” accused her. “If you want to kill me, just do it.”

“Otherwise…” what? He has no idea. At all.