Eight miles from the prison
Kata'nova yelped when her scout shuddered when both of her engines finally gave out, belching thick black smoke behind her as the craft rapidly lost alttitude. She reached under her flight console with a free hand and pulled out a small blue crystal which she placed somewhere on her person, then quickly grabbed the flight stick to stabalize herself.
The pilot was glad that it was overcast, and that there was no sunlight to interfere with her sight; thus she could see the ground very clearly and watched her alttitude gauge and then noticed the forest ahead and one thing came to her mind: "Oh Srisa! TREES!" right as her scout plowed right into the top of the trees, taking them off, and continuing on through.
She could hear nothing but multiple 'thumps' as her scout crashed through more and more trees, either breaking off branches or actually going 'through' some. Parts of her scout were torn off from the impact, including her landing skids which are deployed automatically and went kareening through the air.
Finally, after what felt like several minutes but was really just a few seconds, she found her head meeting her flight control as her craft slamming bottom first into the forest ground, cracking the helmet and shattering her visor; and promptly jumped back up into the air due to momentum where the scout spun at a thirty degree angle and went back into the dirt where it slided across the ground, creating a very long gorge and finally came to a stop when it's momentum was stopped by a very large tree. Black smoke belched from several sections of the deformed craft, much of it's shiny, smooth surface was no more, replaced by both light and deep dents, or gone completely due to being torn off in the crash; the entire forward section of the craft was deformed and some of the nose was gone completely, while parts of her left 'wing' were missing completely.
The girl let out a pained groan, her head resting against her flight stick.
Kata'nova yelped when her scout shuddered when both of her engines finally gave out, belching thick black smoke behind her as the craft rapidly lost alttitude. She reached under her flight console with a free hand and pulled out a small blue crystal which she placed somewhere on her person, then quickly grabbed the flight stick to stabalize herself.
The pilot was glad that it was overcast, and that there was no sunlight to interfere with her sight; thus she could see the ground very clearly and watched her alttitude gauge and then noticed the forest ahead and one thing came to her mind: "Oh Srisa! TREES!" right as her scout plowed right into the top of the trees, taking them off, and continuing on through.
She could hear nothing but multiple 'thumps' as her scout crashed through more and more trees, either breaking off branches or actually going 'through' some. Parts of her scout were torn off from the impact, including her landing skids which are deployed automatically and went kareening through the air.
Finally, after what felt like several minutes but was really just a few seconds, she found her head meeting her flight control as her craft slamming bottom first into the forest ground, cracking the helmet and shattering her visor; and promptly jumped back up into the air due to momentum where the scout spun at a thirty degree angle and went back into the dirt where it slided across the ground, creating a very long gorge and finally came to a stop when it's momentum was stopped by a very large tree. Black smoke belched from several sections of the deformed craft, much of it's shiny, smooth surface was no more, replaced by both light and deep dents, or gone completely due to being torn off in the crash; the entire forward section of the craft was deformed and some of the nose was gone completely, while parts of her left 'wing' were missing completely.
The girl let out a pained groan, her head resting against her flight stick.