[color=ed145b][h3][Center]~Lyra Anderly~[/center][/h3][/color]

Lyra sat quietly in her cell, her head rested against the wall, her eyes closed. She might have appeared to be sleeping, but in fact she was merely contemplating on ways how her life could possibly get any worse. There weren't many. She was just in the middle of imagining a huge meteorite coming from nowhere, blasting the ship to oblivion. But she couldn’t really decide whether it would make her life worse or better.

Being stuck on a ship full of the worst criminals in the galaxy, heading nowhere, with no chance of escaping. Lyra had to frown on that thought. The truth was, even if she somehow managed to escape, where would she go? Home? She could barely even remember it. Her family probably wouldn't want her back anyway. She was different now, broken. She thought about cuddling against a pillow and crying for a bit, mostly just to kill some time. But it seemed that she had already used all her tears. For now, anyway.

There were some voices coming from the hallway and the cell next to her. Lyra frowned. Voices were good, there were much worse sounds coming from that cell from time to time. She figured from overheard conversations that there is a Sapishte female in that cell, and apparently some of the guards were really into that kind of thing. Lyra couldn’t care less, if it meant that they would leave her alone, they could have an orgy there. It would be nice not having to listen to them though. 

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud noise from the ship’s intercom. Lyra pressed her hands against her ears, but the sound still felt like a drill inside her brain. When the sound finally ended, she realized that the ship was moving fast towards the planet she could see from the cell window. [i]‘You really had to think about a meteorite hitting the ship,’[/i] said the annoying voice inside her head. The one that always kept telling her how stupid and useless she is. [i]‘Your bad luck is probably the reason everyone here is going to die horrible death.’[/i]

[color=ed145b]“Shut up,”[/color] she mumbled and reached for her staff. It was always calming to have it in her hand. There were some screams from outside, probably from the guards and other prisoners. Lyra tried to find some safer spot to try to survive the impact, but the cell hardly offered any. She noticed that their cellblock got separated from the ship and was now heading towards the planet at an alarming speed. Lyra laughed. [color=ed145b]“Bad luck indeed.”[/color]

She woke up absolutely confused. Feeling of soft grass under her body, light breeze on her skin, even some sound that appeared to be birds chirping. [color=ed145b]“I must be dead,”[/color] she mumbled as she tried to get up. There was some blood on her face and also in her mouth, she had probably bitten her tongue when the cell hit the ground. She sat up and looked around. The world around her was spinning wildly, but she noticed the remains of the cellblock about twenty meters from her.

Her staff was lying nearby, hidden under a plant with huge leaves. Lyra crawled to it on all fours and then just sat there in relative safety, thinking about what to do next. If she survived, there will be other survivors as well, both the guards and the prisoners. The guards didn’t really stand a chance now, with the anti-aggression field gone. That left the prisoners – the worst criminals from the entire galaxy, murderers, rapists, slavers, psychopaths. What a lovely company on this lovely planet.

Lyra suddenly heard footsteps and she held heard breath. As quietly as possible, she crawled deeper under the plant, so they wouldn’t notice her. Three or four people, all men by the sound of their voices. Maybe the guards? Or some of the prisoners? Not that it would really matter. Guards will probably be shooting on sight and the inmates… better to not think about it.

Her head was still spinning, and she felt dizzy, probably a mild concussion. She was actually quite lucky that she landed on a piece of empty ground and wasn’t sent flying into one of the trees that were all around. Lucky or very unlucky, depends on the perspective.