An odd pair.

Logan Rivens slowly climbed out of the wrecked spacecraft, his stern face looking even grimmer than usual as he looked up at the dense terrain. He'd seen planets like this before, and a single look could tell him what a deathtrap it was.

Straightening his worn military clothes and heaving his rifle up on his back, he reached back down the hatch he'd just arrived through and grunted slightly as he pulled another survivor into the thick air. Checking the handlocks on her wrists and then looking her over for other injuries than the sparse bruises from the crash, he eventually shook her a little to wake her up from her unconciousness.

"Wh... where are we...?" The young woman querried hesitantly as she stirred and tried focusing on her surroundings. Her big brown eyes grew wider as she stared at the lush green jungles surrounding them. "Where are... the others...?"

"I doubt they made it." Logan told her, pointing towards the rest of the craft that was now nothing but a smoldering ruin in the lush wilderness. His voice was as cold as usual, his weathered face only slightly more grim than it was during an ordinary breakfast aboard the Gallileo. He didn't say his regards for the dead, neither his comrades or the others.

Sarah Londewell just stared at the still burning wreck as she slowly managed to get up on her knees, shaking her long auburn hair out of her face while the handlock keeping her arms secured behind her back made her movements a bit clumsy. The realization that she'd never see her father again filled her with emptiness, and she even felt sorry for the others as well. The band of rebels had treated their imperial prisoners with respect, and it hadn't been their fault that the fleet had destroyed their own ships and **** them to flee with their hostage in the poorly equipped Gallilleo-type shuttle.

She had seen them looking at her of course, knowing full well that her pretty face and slender figure was a much appreciated sight even for men who'd not spent months or years in a guerilla war at the far edge of imperial space. They'd all been disciplined militaries however, and towards the end of their abruptly ended journey she had made vague attempts to flirt with a few of them just to test their so called iron wills.

Still, the only grief up until now in her two weeks in capture, was that her eighteenth birthday had passed completely unnoticed several lightyears away from her friends and familly. Her father knew about it of course but had wisely refused to let their jailors think his petite daughter was a day more legal than she looked.

Managing to shut her father out of her thoughts for the time being, she looked up at her surroundings again and watched the dense jungle with both curiousity and suspicion. It was hard to say what the armed man beside her was thinking, but his steely eyes thoughtfully met hers with an unusually deep frown on his face.

Logan was nearly twice the age of his prisoner, his thin and weathered face together with the rather greyish short hair giving him the looks of another ten or twenty years. He looked at the girl, dressed in her tight white shirt and short skirt that was clearly not made for survival in a jungle. At least she'd been wearing tall boots during the crash, rather than the usual little shoes, but even they would probably prove difficult for walking in terrain with their high platform heels.

He didn't consider her the sharpest of girls he'd ever met, but in most ways that only made her more dangerous to have around. In any usual hostage situation irrational behaivour was the greatest enemy for both warden and prisoner, and in a situation like this she would most certainly prove more trouble than to be of any use.

"Where are we?" Sarah eventually repeated her question, but only got a shrugg and a grim glance in return. Wetting her lips she looked around again and then up towards the sky. "Someone will find us, right...?"

"Probably." He grunted, still keeping a watchful eye at the surrounding jungle. "At least something will."

"What...?" The girl wondered, again looking up at his grim face. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that you'd probably be better off if I just shot you right away." Logan replied in the longest sentence since she first heard him talk, though just as usual with nothing in his voice revealing any feelings about what he'd just said. Looking back into her eyes he was a bit surprised to find her tougher or possibly more stupid than she looked, seeing her eyes stare at him in defiance rather than shock or horror. He held her eyes firmly for several moments but was eventually the first to turn away. "Just make yourself useful and I'll try to keep you alive, okay?"

"Thanks." She said as calmly as she could, gritting her teeth and managing to hold her fear in check while savouring her first "victory" over her stern warden. "Would you mind unlocking me then?"

The man glanced back at her again, looking uncertain for a moment but then finally shrugged his shoulders again and slowly approached her.