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Post by Ginger on Jun 6, 2011 22:18:45 GMT -5
Unknown Desert Planet
The first thought that went through Ginger's head was that she was alive. The second, crashing hurt. She carefully began examining herself. Her left arm seemed to be intact. Her right arm, not so much. Broken off at her elbow, the pieces of the robotic limb looked almost gruesome. Probably had a concussion, and she hoped that her aching side meant that her rib was just fractured. Finally, after she sure she wasn't dying, she slowly got to her feet to survey the damage.
Her ship. The horrible little piece of junk she had wasted good money on, was a complete wreck. Despite her intense hatred for the death trap, Ginger had to blink back a few tears. So much for seeing a bit of the universe. Suddenly, the irony of the situation caught up with her. After spending years on that bleeping space station, with no cooling system to speak of, she finally got out and was now stranded on a planet with two suns. The thought struck her as tragically funny, and with no one to to hear, she began laughing like a mad woman.
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