Orion's head throbbed, but he didn't let it show. The back and forth of the intensity and lack of pressure had hit him like a mace, not to mention the subsequent crash landing. He felt the escape pod tipping, his foot sinking into the depths before he took it off and stood steadily on the reef. He might have been wary of beasts in the water had it been murky, but it was beautiful and clear as day. Colorful fish and strange, shelled squid-like creatures swam lazily, coming back after the huge disturbance had scared them off. He even saw a large, serpentine reptile. Fully twice as large as a man with needle teeth, it seemed to pay them little heed as it traveled past them in search of smaller prey. He hoped it wasn't a baby. 

Orion was the last on the raft, the others wet and shaken but otherwise unhurt. Ragnar's hands were scraped and bloodied, but most of the grime and crimson had been washed away by the seawater. Logan Christopher seemed to hold no illusions save even darker ones than their current situation. He was a man that saw dangers lurking where none were. Such men often defeated themselves in the end, Orion Pentecost thought to himself. 

"The beaches are lovely," Orion replied to Annika, pushing a fallen fringe of his hair out of his eyes as he pushed the raft off the reef. "If I had to guess we're on Aragon." He had known much of the flight plan, expecting the ship to pass by the system on the way to Nowhere. The last reports of the world were of invasion by the Kurgan Caliphate. It didn't look like the world was under seige, but then again they were likely far from any battle for civilization. "But I could be wrong." 

"This is Aragon." The servant woman confirmed, and now the sun was upon her, Orion saw she was a raven haired woman of classical beauty, even garbed in such rags. She seemed more confident now as well, though that could easily be because she was no longer on a crashing ship. Whereas Orion was aware of her beauty, Logan and Ragnar were captivated by it. She continued, pulling back a wave of her cascading hair, revealing emerald eyes. "We are likely in the Placido Ocean Islands. A few days sailing north and we'll likely find the nearest spaceport at Princess Isabella's Province."

"You're a native of the world?" Logan asked, clearly wishing for her attention with such an obvious question. 

"Yes." She admitted, though she bit her lip, hesitant to speak without any vageries. "I grew up on Aragon, but I left it a year ago, stolen by raiders. I was... trying to get back home."

"How? The transport ship was passing Aragon." 

"It [i]was[/i]..." She murmured. Orion understood after taking a moment to absorb her words. 

"You crashed the ship." Orion said, causing everyone's gaze to whip in her direction. She looked around, stuck between fear and the bravado of telling them off. 

"Yes!" She admitted. Her next words were venomous. "I had to make it home. I had to get away from that greedy pigshit of a man! I have had to endure utter humiliation at multiple people's hands the past year. I would have done anything to make it back home..." The fires of her confession died down, and she bowed her head. "I didn't wish to harm any of you. I am sorry." 

Orion looked at Annika, and then back at the woman. "Well, we've a confessor if you need penitence. For now let's make it to land. We can discuss matters later." 

"There should be a village with accommodations close, if we're where I believe we are." She replied, as if the very notion was her attempt at paying them back so they would not seek to harm her. Ragnar and Logan smiled brightly, at both her and the idea of finding something to sleep on or ale to drink. 

"What's your name?" Orion asked her. 

She raised her head, looking him in the eyes like a Queen might answer a fellow monarch at negotiation. "I am Filenia." 
[@Penny]