Fall of the P.P.S. Fire Bird (Sophophobia/Open)

[Anonymous]

Lights flashed in the night sky over Le'raana. They were very small and only those with sharp eyes would be able to see them. The small shooting stars headed for each other then disappeared in a spark-like flash. Any with knowledge of space would know that it was a battle between two spacecraft. And very few people on Earth had any such knowledge. Suddenly there was a large flash, obviously something being blown up, followed by a sound like thunder. The ship came down like a meteor and that's what it looked like from a distance. The beak shaped nose of the orange spacecraft pulled up slightly as the pilot tried to gain some control. With a noise even louder than the thunder before it crashed into Draconi Forest, making a huge, burnt crater.

Smoke rose from the still hot metal and the smoldering plant life around the crater. The ship was shaped very much like a bird. One wing was half folded and the other was at it's full length- and laying several yards behind the rest of the vessel.

Inside the ship Phoenix groaned and stood, looking around. There was a gash over his good eye and he wiped the blood away from it so he could see. "You alright Captain?" he heard someone call. The room was full of smoke and he could just barely make out the feminine figure of his First Officer. "Yes, I'm ok. Everyone alive?" After making sure his bridge crew still came up to nine people the Captain stepped outside to take a look around. He had successfully convinced his Security Officer to let him go alone. He sighed as he inspected the damage to his ship. The words "P.P.S. Fire Bird" on the side of the ship were mostly covered by dirt but could still be seen. Sighing again he climbed up the side of the crater and sat on a still warm rock. This would take forever to fix...

[Anonymous]

There was a rumbling. Tove woke up.

Deep in the Draconi Forest, near the base of the mountains a bit away from where the ship had crashed, there is a small, unassuming temple, made from rocks from the surrounding area and covered in soft moss, but beautiful and well-tended. Tove was sitting in a tree above it, off duty and sleeping, as most of the Acolytes tended to do. But the rumbling had been out of place on this balmy night, and she dropped from the tree, starting towards it.

There were several possibilities, the black-eyed woman considered. A mage battle. Lightning strike--clear skies, though, probably not. Tove didn't hide her movements, being as loud as she could be, because sneaking up on people who were possibly having a battle with magic? Not safe. At all.

As she weaved between the trees, she fixed her pale white and blue hair, tail twisting a little beneath the long gray skirt of her dress. Should she be angry or excited that she was doing something other than sleeping? Well, Tove wasn't really tired, she considered, but she would probably end up in some sort of trouble do to this. Not because she was getting "weird vibes"(Tove didn't buy into that "ESP" crap unless the person had legitimate magic), but because things rumbling like something had exploded around her in cases where she wasn't the one that set the explosive? Not usually a good thing. But probably interesting.

She settled on excited.