Lisi awoke to find herself in a dark, cavernous enviroment. Quickly she looked to see if her tribesmen were nearby. No sign of them, no sign of the mothership. Lisi couldnt even remember how she got here. By Sol, what has happened. 

Lisi analyzed the atmosphere, her mask's HUD showing a breathable enviroment, but traces of industrial gases. Lisi pondered this, she knew of no industrialized civilizations inhabiting any world that her people were last in the vicinity of. Purging her mask with a loud hissing, she took a breath, coughing from her first breath if gaseous oxygen in a long while. 

Tucking away her perflourocarbon rebreather, Lisi walked a ways to see what life was around. She held onto her thermal spear, the deadly pike that had claimed many lives, even before it came into her possesion. She loved the hum of it as it reached its peak temperature, and the feel of it cutting like butter through her enemies. It would keep her safe.