Gwen Tennyson, or Gwendolyn as she was now called, was currently cowering behind a tall brown space rock. On the planet she was faced with, there was no sky. She could see the black of space and its millions of celestial bodies. Usually, anyone would push a few events over to marvel the wonderful scene, but time was something Gwendolyn lacked.
Being as quiet as she could, and trying her hardest not to breath too loudly, Gwendolyn sat with her knees up to her face in order to cover her whole figure behind the rock. In her sanctuary she sat, while a large dragon-kin alien stalked on the other side of the anomaly. She could here its heavy, intimidating breathing like it was a walking furnace.
Wishing was something that Gwendolyn didn't rely on often, but they kept her hopeful in times like this. However, it was what she wished for that almost made her take it back. She had wished that her super-hero cousin, Ben Tennyson, was there to save her for the hundredth time.
Unfortunately, he was light years away on Earth probably dealing with petty aliens all day. Gwendolyn was the one who dealt with the intergalactic baddies.
She waited as the loud thumps of heavy feat slammed against the rocky terrain. It was frightening to know how much weight such a beast could burden. The rock that she was sitting behind was almost as tall as an earthern skyscraper - probably over eighty feet. However, the monster on the other side of it was just as tall and most likely saw the anomaly as minuscule. Maybe it wouldn't think to look behind it? Wrong, in fact. Dead wrong.
In a sudden sweep of events, all of the thunderous rumbling stopped and Gwendolyn heard nothing but silence. She took heavy breaths - hoping that the alien found something else to take its attention. That was just too much to hope for.
A sound of lightning crackled as the rock was smashed in half. Gwendolyn looked up to see shards and pieces falling towards her. Being great at keeping her awareness level high, she was able to evade the rubble and roll safely out of the way.
Now, she could see a dragon-like face staring her down from high above. It was murderous and vicious, with eyes like an angry cat. The chrome-like skin it bore reflected all light that hit it, making it quite beautiful in its own way.
Having no time to admire the sight, Gwendolyn turned around and headed for the spaceship she had come in. It was almost three miles away.
Running on the planet's terrain reminded her of running on a mountain on Earth. It was rough and dry, with no vegetation to speak of. At least having a hard, flat ground would make sure she wouldn't lose speed.
The ground actually felt like an earthquake was underway because of the force of footsteps behind her. If the terrain wouldn't cause her to fall, the constant vibrations just might.
Realizing that running would not allow her sufficient time to board her space craft and fly it off the godforsaken planet, she pushed a few buttons on her wrist-device. Up ahead, she watched the white ship begin to come alive. The jets and thrusters tested themselves by spewing out flames of carbon and nitrogen and soon it hovered itself and started to lock in on her position.
Now it was time to worry about the enormous beast the was on her tale. The strength of the vibrations got heavier, and continued to do so. Turning her head once, she winced inwardly at how close it was to her. Although, something else was also close to her.
In the distance to the left, Gwendolyn's craft was moving at a slow enough pace for her to jump in the open cargo hold when it flew by. But how close would she cut it?
Her orange hair swung violently in the windless air that was held on the planet by thick layers of methane gas - abundant in the thin atmosphere. The warm breath of the dragon alien was brushing against her back. It wasn't much help to her rising doubt.
Seeing her chance, she jumped forward, using a spell to give her and extra boost, and landed contently on the open flap of the cargo hold from her spaceship. Having no time to check for injuries, she rushed to the pilot's chair.
Sitting in the leather seat, she took a second to admire the beauty of the interior. It was a polished white with red-leather seats as well as filled with flashing buttons - most of them she knew what they did.
Taking hold of the ship's throttle and pressing a few buttons, the jet engines fired up hotter and started to gain speed.
"Okay...I think I've made it out," she said nervously - her voice sounding sweet and smooth.. For the second time, though, she was wrong.
The craft shook mercilessly and leaned towards the right in a large dip. It almost made Gwendolyn lose her balance in the seat. Quickly, she checked the ship's diagnostics from an overhead screen. They all checked out green except one of her thrusters. It was blinking red and one word - one word which could jeopardize the whole mission - flashed on the device. "Missing".
"Oh no..." she spoke gravely as the ship turned and twisted in unexpected motions. The dragon-kin alien had made a last-ditch effort to take a part of her ship. It worked.
Gwendolyn opened a transmission frequency - which was used to contact a single person in the most desperate of emergencies - and began to send a media message. She was sure that he wouldn't be able to do anything to help her from afar - but at least he would know the reason why she wouldn't make it home.
