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Velvet soon stood by one of the rescue hatches an stabbed her pipe weapon into the soft soil and grab ed the handle and pulled on it causing the explosive bolts to fire with a loud bang. The 100+ kilo hatch was flung like a rag to crash among the trees about 8 meters away an had barely settled before she had ducked inside after grabbing her weapon.

Velvet knew precisely were to look in the evacuation trunk for her prizes. There were the standard 3 survival packs each weighing about 18 kilos an filled with two weeks of hard rations, survival axe, small first aid kit, water purifier, six liter water bladder, survival blanket, compass and radio which she threw away because it acted as a transponder.

She chucked two of the packs out of the open hatch for any curious criminals to find an fight over an slung the third on her back before stepping out. 

Her feet had barely touched the ground when five of the lowlife she was marooned with showed an began fighting over the two lose packs. She was about to make tracks aways from the ship when a tall boy stepped in her way clearly intending on taking what he wanted from her but before he could utter a the first sound of a threat she cold cocked him with a blow of her makeshift club. He fell as if shot but Velvet didn't even glance back as she scrambled away putting distance between herself an the downed ship.