Marooned on Grypso 8

Saljin Losh watched the ship crumble around her. What was supposed to be a mission to take the Grypso system had rapidly gone bad. As the pilot of the Nova, she was supposed to provide cover to the larger ships and help protect against fighters. Instead they were cut off by two smaller Wolf class enemy ships. Eventually the captain was **** to sound the evac alarm which is where she currently found herself. In the escape pod bay. Grabbing a helmet and gloves she sealed them onto her flight suit before climbing into a pod. With barely enough room to lie down she hoped it would be small enough to avoid detection. Sealing the hatch, all went dark.

The pod streaked toward the surface of Grypso 8, one of the four habitable planets in the vast system and the closest to the sun. The pod rocketed toward one of the northern forests, a location which scans showed to have plenty of cover and resources. A stray beam however knocked the pod off course sending it down to the inhospitable wastes.

Popping the pod lid, Saljin pulled off her helmet looking at the sand around her. The map she was given showed that she was somewhere in the wastes, a vast desert on the Southern continent. Her best hope of rescue would likely be Lonberj. From there she could either charter a ship to a neutral planet, or hopefully wait out rescue. For now though she needed to salvage what she could and get a disguise.

The transponder in the pod was smashed but thankfully the survival kit was intact. In addition to a pistol and knife, it contained rope, a compass, rations, and some medical supplies. It was packaged discreetly but Saljin wasn't. In her uniform she'd stick out as enemy to anyone. Reaching up she began to unseal her jumpsuit. Stripping down to the waist she cut the suit in half. The lower half was thankfully devoid of identifying features. Pulling off her boots next she began to make her disguise. Strips of fabric and bandages to cover her chest and feet. Looking at her compass she began to head east.