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Name: Alessandra Iacobelli
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Height: (i include this all in my appearance but oh well) 5'9
Weight: 135 pounds
Appearance: Alessandra is quite skinny for her age and height, as her metabolism is and always has been ridiculously high. Her legs are the most built, as she was a runner when she was younger. She has light brown hair that goes a little past her shoulders, and she has a tan that's somewhere in the middle of pale and tanned.
Skills: Running, Hurtling, Detective Reasoning
Biography: Alessandra has always been smart and athletic, she was born in Italy in a decent family. She always liked to stare out at the stars when she was quite young, and her parents would sit outside with her gazing up above. Alessandra later immigrated to the United States at the age of six, and did track activities as she got older. When she went to college, she had two careers she could excell in, forensic science and running, but she never stopped wondering about the stars, and so she decided to go into spacial work, and eventually she became an astronaut and went up in her first mission... To crash....
You're sitting in your pilot chair, reading the survival guide.
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I look for anything to help when the ship is about to crashland. |
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(You're already crashed into the dirt)
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...I look for anything to help in situations of a crashlanding, and check if my suit is ripped. |
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Your suit is intact. You find that you should go to the back and try to enable the back-up generator although you must conserve energy.
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I check to see if anyone else is alive before taking a look at the generator. |
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You were all alone on your voyage.
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I look around my generator to check the power levels, and calculate how long it'll last if I keep it running. |
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At 5000 electrical unit output per hour, it can run six hours constantly without running out.
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I check around to see if I have any solar panels that haven't been destroyed in the landing, but I would've put them in when entering the atmosphere, if I could have. |
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Solar generators aren't registered to galactic ships anymore.
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Why not? Bleh. I search around the ship to find anything that can measure the air and tell me if it's safe to breath or not, then I proceed to dig around for weapons. |
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Your atmospheric evaluator says it's dense air, but still breathable. As you look through a weapons rack, you find a shotgun with a grenade launcher and a revolver.
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I sigh and take off my helmet, setting it down next to me. The shotgun looks, er, not suited. Why couldn't they have given me an assault rifle, bleh. I decide to leave the shotgun in it's place, and pick up the revolver. I walk outside the ship to assess the damages. |
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A lot of the chassis of the ship has been melted. The thruster is burning hot, pushing the shuttle even deeper into the ground. Your communications array satellite is destroyed. As you continue to assess the ship, you hear a warcry from at least twelve different specimens. It startles you and you shoot a bullet. You now have seven bullets left.
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Okay... Run back into the ship and turn the engines off, then proceed to hide and try to cover my breathing with my gun ready. |
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You shut-off the thrusters and hide on the inside of your ship. You close the blast door. In a few minutes you hear leaves crunching outside.You hear the stomping of six pairs of feet against the metallic floor. A horrible screeching goes against the door.
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I point my gun at the door, my hand shaking as I put my other hand on it to steady it, and I try to sneak over to the shotgun and get it. |
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As you begin to reach for the shotgun you remember you left in the next cabin over. The screeching stops. It's silent... a spearhead pokes straight through the metal and a feline eye peeping at you. It screams and you hear intensive scratching.
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I try to shoot it before it can get to me and run to the next cabin, and get the shotgun. |
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You shoot the creature in the eye but get impaled in the stomach when you try to run at the door. You're slowly bleeding to death and losing consciousness fast.
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I shoot through the door, shooting every single bullet I own trying to kill each of the animals and fall back. |
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You crawl backward, missing every shot. You lay against the cabinet. You lose consciousness.
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Okay. I lose consciousness. I wait until I wake up or just plain out die. |
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