[stranger things have happened and could happen, considering the planet and their circumstances. enough time had passed for NLA to develop past the boundaries of their safe walls and barriers, their metal structures and roads creeping outwards to overtake the wild of Primordia. still, in spite of their steady colonization, there was no way to find a way back into their true, organic forms. humanity remained in their shells, nothing but a collective of consciousnesses in bodies that would never age or decay.
in a way, that came to their advantage. once it became clear that they were somehow autonomous, that their artificial bodies didn't need any energy source for whatever bizarre bullshit reason, they sent a single ship manned by a small crew to a planet charted somewhere near the edge of the galaxy, one of that appeared very similar to the Earth they once knew. then, of course. something went wrong. the ship crashed. a failure in the wirings, or whatever. all but one of the crew was destroyed in the blast upon impact; they would be mourned, of course, but... Irina can't help but feel thankful that the crew she'd been assigned to lead were recruits she barely knew and felt no real attachment to. if it'd been Gwin, or Elma, or Lin, she would've been better off dying with them.
she drags herself away from the smoldering crater with no means of communication back to HQ on Mira, armed only with her assault rifle and a knife at her hip. looks like she'll be stranded here until they realize something's up and send rescue... shit. there aren't any signs of (sentient) life around, but she follows the sounds of crashing waves to a sandy beach. it really does look remarkably like Earth. hell, maybe she's imagining things, but she thinks she might see what looks like a cityline far out on the horizon across the ocean.
it's been a long, long day. Irina collapses on the sand, tightly gripping her assault rifle.
robo guro
in a way, that came to their advantage. once it became clear that they were somehow autonomous, that their artificial bodies didn't need any energy source for whatever bizarre bullshit reason, they sent a single ship manned by a small crew to a planet charted somewhere near the edge of the galaxy, one of that appeared very similar to the Earth they once knew. then, of course. something went wrong. the ship crashed. a failure in the wirings, or whatever. all but one of the crew was destroyed in the blast upon impact; they would be mourned, of course, but... Irina can't help but feel thankful that the crew she'd been assigned to lead were recruits she barely knew and felt no real attachment to. if it'd been Gwin, or Elma, or Lin, she would've been better off dying with them.
she drags herself away from the smoldering crater with no means of communication back to HQ on Mira, armed only with her assault rifle and a knife at her hip. looks like she'll be stranded here until they realize something's up and send rescue... shit. there aren't any signs of (sentient) life around, but she follows the sounds of crashing waves to a sandy beach. it really does look remarkably like Earth. hell, maybe she's imagining things, but she thinks she might see what looks like a cityline far out on the horizon across the ocean.
it's been a long, long day. Irina collapses on the sand, tightly gripping her assault rifle.
goddamn, her head hurts.]