AN: Heya! Welcome back! To that "Guest" reviewer who does not want me to use my OC I say this: SUCK IT UP, BUTTERCUP. My story, my OC, MY decision. Got it? Thanks. And, no, I will not use Elita-1 in this story. I personally do not like her. Do not ask why. Personal reasons. Here is an update for y'all! 3 And also, SORRY IT IS SO SHORT! Writers block after so many years without writing, it will be a few updates until they are longer.
Chapter 1
(this story is going to be mostly the POV of my OC unless I say otherwise)
The area around me shook violently, causing me to jerk awake. The alarms of the panels of my ship were blaring and sparks were flying from them. I looked to the copilot seat and to my dismay, my servant had a dark burn mark in his chest, sparking and bleeding. His greying form and unlit optics already confirmed my suspicions. He was dead. I looked back to computers in front of me as I grabbed the steering controls. I saw we were plummeting at a fatal rate of speed.
"Scrap," I muttered.
Quickly pulling the steering upward, I slowed the descent. I closed my optics tightly and braced for impact.
BOOM
a few hours later
My systems slowly onlined again.
I heard soft crying from near me. My optics flickered online and before me, clutching onto my arm was my son. I coughed slightly, cringing in pain. He jolted and looked at me with his wide blue optics.
"Mother!" Orion cried. "Mother, you're okay!"
I groaned as I sat myself up. I looked at him and inspected him for damage. A few cuts and burns, but otherwise, alive and well. I sigh. "I am alright, Orion. W-where are we?"
Orion looked to the nav computer beside him. "Computer says we are on a planet called Earth."
Earth...Why does that sound familiar...?
The ship shook around us. I looked at the computers near me. "Orion, we have to get out of the ship. Now."
I stood up and grabbed his arm. Limping due to my injuries, I quickly led him out of the ship and down the exit ramp. We walked a few feet away and behind a rock just as the ship exploded. I held Orion close as shrapnel and ship parts flew past us.
After the dust cleared, I looked over the rock at the wreckage and sighed. We were stranded.