He rapidly tapped on a keypad, his tail to the side of his ill fitting chair swished in the air, the ship shook threatening him to be thrown from his seat. As ordered, most of the crew had abandonned ship, only the bridge crew remained onboard the Unyielding Dawn. Rapidly tapping to switch shield frequencies onboard the ship, trying to get it to last just a bit longer.... Infront of the forward windshield, of five foot thick glass loomed a huge gigantic ship, crewed by another alien race, Particle Projection Cannons charged up on the front of the enemy ship, threatening to destroy Aranos's ship. from his seat he began tapping different commands into the ship, alien letters occupied the keys. This command to the ship would be a blind jump into light speed. The ship took a hit, and Aranos heard the explosion, it hit one of the missile pods... Light gathered at the front of Unyielding Dawn, opening up a warmhole in which they passed through, then they were speeding towards another part of this galaxy....
Hours later Aranos awoke, out of the entire bridge crew, only one other besides himself out of the ten lived. And the one surviver looked about dead anyway. His suit, his highly advanced suit saved him, at all the consoles except his, fires blazed. He re-routed all controls to the command console infront of him, the scanners were damaged, but worked, enough to approximately pinpoint where he was. And indeed, he was very far away from his comrades, two million light years away. Alien stars looked at him through the glass windshield, he was afraid of what might happen. His ship barely had one more jump to lightspeed left in her. Plasma, and coolent leeks dotted the ship's hull, and the best performance of the shield he could get was twenty percent strength. The Ion Cannons, and the remaining three missile pods were all in the green. The engines though were another story, he probably could get one half of the normal energy output to get moving again, but right now, he was adrift in space, life support failing. Soon his own suit's life support would kick in, and give him a few more hours to live.
He had sat there, wings drooping to the floor for twenty minutes, looking for inhabitable worlds to land on. Only one in this system, from what he could tell. He tried to quickly learn this race's language, which he did with flying colors. But he was more than afraid of these 'Humans' they seemed more warlike that the teelthatheer the one alien race the Haldraks, Aranos's race were fighting. But with limited life support, he wasn't given much choice, live or die, he cose to live atleast as long as he could. He made a quick landing trajectory, and raced toward the planet's surface, and only then did he realize...the landing gear was also out of service....
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