Crash landing in nowhere-land!

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This emergency evacuation was very typical of Enterprise in that the chaos all happened too quickly for Priya to even gather all the details before she was thrust out into Space. Everything on that ship went a mile a minute, she'd learned to be quick on the uptake for that reason but even this time.... she had kind of half an idea what was happening. Alien ships had appeared, enemy Klingons, and fire broke out between Enterprise and one of the Birds of Prey. Negotiations were passed back and forth between her father, Kirk, and the Klingon captain... but it was all a trap. They'd only been buying time for Enterprise to be still while they sent a massive bomb over. The rest happened very quickly. It detonated, Priya had only enough time to yell before it exploded, killing dozens in the process and sending even more into the vacuum of space.

The officers gathered their wits and the ship was sealed off, cutting off the holes in the hull so no one else was sucked out to their death. But quickly the Klingons made their desires known. Hand over the T'hy'la child or face certain death. The klingons knew what Priya was, that she wasa symbol of hope for New Vulcan and that she was living on this ship with her parents. They wanted her prowess for the Klingon Emprire and Priya was of half a mind to become their prisoner and escape on her own, if it would bring peace to the ship.

But again, things were happening fast. Her father headed with her to the transport bay, allowing her to believe she'd be allowed to become their prisoner... but instead, he'd forced her into an escape pod and the ship, crippled after the bomb went off, spat her out to the nearest planet while cloaked. The escape pod burled to the planet's surface at such a speed it sank into the soil ten feet when it came to a halt. From there... Priya climbed out... and looked around at a vast grassy field.... with nothing and no one in sight.
 

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Ash'tar had roamed far this day, perhaps too far to get back before nightfall, which would surely mean punishment. Yet that was a worry for many hours later, the sun was still well over the ridges of the far mountains and why worry about the dark of night when the sun was shining so brightly?

He was startled from his tracking of a wounded beast by the loudest crash he had ever heard in his life - it sounded as though a dozen blacksmith's hammers were falling at once, and he instinctively shrank lower to the ground to cover his head. When it seemed no injury was immediately forthcoming, he crept closer. What... was that? It had ploughed a furrow in the ground deeper than ten men could dig in hours and it was utterly alien to him.

A woman got out, pale as a lily with hair like the sun, something he had only seen a few times on his journeys to the cities in the North. They had so many oddities in those cities that it wouldn't surprise him if this giant metal thing came from there... but did that mean she was an emissary of war? He suddenly stood up, a bare-chested and tanned man in his early twenties, dark eyes narrowed as he nocked an arrow into his bow and took aim.

"Shisla coyrami?"

Of course, he had no idea she didn't speak the native tongue.