Warning lights blared and alarm klaxons wailed as the ship came out of hyperspace. She had made an emergency random jump after being ambushed by pirates but her ship had been damaged before she could make her getaway. Now she was careening towards some planet, who knows where since navigation was down.
She struggled like hell to get the ship under control but eventually had to come to terms with the fact the ship was going down. Frustrated, she pushed a few strands of sweat soaked blonde hair out of her face, let out a long sigh, and made her way out the cockpit and into her cramped bunk. She rushed to grab a few essentials, her chestplate, holster, and survival pack. Stepping out of her room she tied her shoulder length hair into a tight bun to get it out of the way. She then stuffed herself into the cramped escape pod which left her barely enough room to stand in. After strapping herself in she took a few deep breaths and hit the launch button.
A deafening bang sounded through the tiny cabin as she was launched downward away from the ship. She barely caught a glimpse of the burning ship as it descended into the atmosphere. The window was obscured by blazing fire and it got quite hot for the next few minutes as the pod struggled with reentry. Eventually she could see again and frantically scanned what she saw on the surface as the ground got closer and closer. She barely made out a clearing and what might have been a few buildings far out to the east before everything shook and every noise was drowned out by the sound of the thrusters roaring to life.
They did what they could but the pod was still going quite fast when it struck something, then something else, over, and over again. She was thrown back and forth many times before she finally blacked out.
When she came to it took a while for her to get her bearings. Evidently the pod was lying on its back. She unstrapped herself, opened the door with a hiss and pulled herself out, making sure to grab the survival pack on her way out.
What she was faced with was a forest of sparse, absolutely enormous trees. They must have been at least three times as thick as she was tall and stretched several stories up into the air. She could see a few chunks knocked out of the trunks above her, most likely from her not-so-soft landing.
With nothing else to go on she affixed the pack to the back of her chest piece and set off to the east after checking her compass. Her survival skills were passable but the supplies in the pack would only last her so long. She would have to find that clearing and hope it meant some sort of civilization.
It didn't take long for the quiet she had felt after the loud crash landing to turn into the lively sounds of a sprawling forest, complete with the sounds of birds, rodents, and what she thought might be monkeys. She trekked through the woods for the rest of the daylight she had and a bit of the night before making camp. Though camp was a bit of an exaggeration, since all that was in the pack was a one person tent that barely covered her whole body and a tiny heating element.
In the morning she packed up, ate a ration bar, drank some of her precious supply of water and set off again. By late afternoon she felt she was making good progress when she noticed a tremendous bush in front of her. She approached it and as she did she noticed a black furred monkey on a branch rummaging through the bush. As she stepped closer it heard her and snapped its head towards her and she could see its head was outlined by a striped mane of red, orange, and white. When it made eye contact with her it screeched and quickly snatched a fruit from the bush and scampered off into the woods with lightning speed.
She stepped forward and examined the fruit. It was large but small enough to be cradled in her hand by its base. It had a red-orange hue and was roughly pear shaped. Apparently it wasn't poisonous since the monkey was so keen on getting itself one but who knows if it was compatible with her biology. On the other hand she only had two more ration bars and maybe two more days of water with her. She decided to gingerly pick one fruit, since that's all that would fit in her pack, and only eat it if all other options ran out.
It wasn't until the fourth day's afternoon that she finally ran into a stream. She was overjoyed at her luck since she had run out of food and water that morning. Now at least water was covered. She decided to rest and camp there. Her muscles and bones ached and she was covered in the grime of three and a half days of hiking, so it wasn't long after refilling her water that she decided it was time for a nice bath. She dropped a few water treatment tablets into her canteen then left it to do its thing while she made her way back to the shore.
She let her hair down then unclasped her gunmetal breastplate under her arms and lifted it over her head and set it aside. Next she unzipped her black shirt and almost had to peel it off from all the sweat it had accumulated. The thing had protected her from barbs and briars but damn was it too warm for this climate. She unzipped and dropped her pants of the same color along with her holster and left them in the same pile, leaving her in only a white tank top and panties. Those she had decided to wash in the shallow river. She pulled the tank over her head freeing her c cups to the breeze which felt like sweet freedom. Lastly she slid her underwear off revealing what she had always thought was her best feature; her wide hips and cushiony ass.
She dipped, rinsed, rung out her garments in the water, placed them on the tent to dry, then waded into the water herself, it felt glorious. The running water washed away the sweat and stress of the past few days as she rubbed all her sore muscles and let the water glide over her athletic form. She spent the rest of the day in the water letting herself relax as the water poured over her nude glistening form. When she stepped out of the water she barely crawled face first into the tent before drifting to sleep.
