Instantly, Lina noticed an intensely foul odor in the air, much stronger than the one in her bedroom. She grimaced as she returned her nose beneath her dress.
Her spaceship, being small as it was, was not difficult to navigate behind closed Eyelids; she cared not to investigate further the loud shattering she had heard, nor the strong stench she now smelled, although she could imagine precisely the cause of both of them.
Cautiously, Eyes shut tight, Lina shuffled to the storage area on the port side of the craft. The surface of the floor was heavily uneven on this side of the ship and she struggled to hold her balance. She opened a cabinet and, holding open her knapsack, hastily reached in and dragged all the fruit and tiny bags of nuts and grains into it. Eyes still closed, she opened another cupboard, felt around, and added the rationed portions of flasks of Pure Fresh Water to the bundle. This was all the food and drink she kept on her ship, which she had only previously ridden on special occasions, this particular ride, obviously yet quite peculiarly, being her last.
And also somehow her first.
Lina grabbed her trusty spear that was resting on the floor, readied her nerves, and prepared to book it past the front-end of the ship toward the hatch on the far right side. She could only hope that the hatch could still be opened given the condition of the pod; she figured this was a Once-in-a-lifetime type of predicament she found herself stuck in.
And indeed it was.
She closed her Eyes and briefly meditated on her escape.
Other than her magical golden dress, it was Magdalena’s trusty spear that was her prized possession. The demoralizing lance had also been crafted from the fierce filaments of the almighty Solaria, and had been, more than Once, handed down to her as a ferocious, inhuman aid in the brutal combat that would inevitably befall her throughout her travels. It was fashioned from unadulterated iron crystal that had been extracted from the center of the Earth. As such, it worked intrinsically with the bleeding planet’s core, and the edge of it always remained perfectly sharp, having embroidered jagged teeth toward the top-end of it. In essence, the enchanted staff was really a sacred scepter that, through the sanctity of Solaria, ceaselessly sought secret sanction with its specific possessor, entrusting itself with, whom in this case was, Mother Magdalena. This was a most awesome power with none other like it, and it had the miraculous ability, along with the application of two other star-gate Tools, to tap into the sacred Black Hole Sun of the Inner Earth chambers, providing the Mother, along with her formidable, fulsome dress, with the utmost protection and guidance on the surface of the densest of planet environments she may happen upon.
And now, from where she stood, feeling great fear, the Mother mindfully folded down her epiglottis to block her air duct, lifted opened her Eyes, and directed her gaze toward the ship's hatch, paying no mind to the flight deck. Gripping her mighty spear tightly, Lina took in a deep, putrid breath and then went for it. She galloped awkwardly toward the hatch as fast as she could across the surface of the sloped cabin, her body in pain, the odor unbearable. When she got there, she grabbed the wheel at the center of the hatch. Heaving, she used all of her remaining strength to spin the wheel to its extremity, then pounded on the button to the left of the hatch,
