3:
Sadric of Corcyrus
Although my rational mind told me that
I couldn’t possibly be on an alien planet, there were three factors
now that I couldn’t explain or account for.
Firstly was the fact that I now stood
outside the steel hull of what looked remarkably like a space ship of
advanced technology, about the length of an Easy Jet passenger plane,
but bulkier, and it rested, embedded in a deep trench of scorched
earth. The vessel was utterly seamless, with no visible means of
propulsion and no weaponry that I could discern. There was a line of
devastation that could be seen in the moonlight once my eyes grew
accustomed to the night time, from where the ship had perhaps skidded
through trees and fields for several miles before coming to rest.
Something had happened to the vessel, for the hull on this side was
breached with jagged tears and in one place a gaping hole. No doubt
pressured bulkheads had sealed off the damaged area or else none of
us would have survived what seemed to be a crash landing.