Crash!

[Swix]

It was, as it had been very recently, quite a peaceful day on the terraformed fifth moon of Blackstar, also known as the Norn Gardens. No-one had attacked since that last Borg invasion and Brock hadn't heard the Collectives mutterings for so long he was sure he was almost getting to the stage of peace he was supposed to be at.

That is, until today.

See, no matter what planet you happen to have lived on or evolved there's always the one constant that you cannot stop, or may not see in time to stop. There's always the chance of being hit by something.

Today it was the Dusky Grendel, Grargs turn to stumble upon what could be bad news... Though 'stumble' probably wasn't the right word...

The reptilian was walking through the forested area as it was beginning to get dark, the last of the sunlight starting to sink below what she percieved as the ground as the stars began to show themselves.

Grarg looked up through the canopy of leaves dappling the ground in time to see what she thought to be a new star. Except... it was getting bigger.

'That's no star' the Grende thought, the barely a second after 'Move!'

The Creature did just that, leaping over to her side and before she knew it, running on all four... paws? Well, she'd have to see just what she'd turned into later, right now, she had to get as far away as possible before...

Whoosh!

She heard it, now below the atmosphere and cutting through the air, causing the adrenaline to pump and the female to put on an extra spurt of speed.

Here it comes...

The thing hit the ground where the Creature had once been standing, but it didn't stop there. It kept going, splitting apart, spewing debris everywhere and creating a huge gash in the ground. It also appeared to be spilling some sort of gelatinous gooey stuff around, covering everything that was too close to it until it finally halted in its path of destruction.

Grarg had cleared away just in time, although what she was now was certainly no Grendel. Powerful muscles rippled across both back legs and forelegs, and a jet black feline tail flicked uneasily from where she sat. Ears that had been down now lifted up as the noise had stopped. Grarg had become a black panther, without even intending it.

Fortunately, though, undoing it wasn't too hard. It did feel different though, and she had a feeling should that sort of thing happen again she might not be able to change back without help. The question was, should she go back and tell the others?

No, she was sure they would have good enough hearing to have noticed all the noise even if they hadn't been looking up at the sky. So the once again Grendel went to investigate, heading towards the smoke where the craft had come down.

[TheBlackSoul]

Devastator-671 had been in his hut, recharging after a day's wandering. In spite of the fact he was an ex-Borg, he still had their limitations.

He had barely exited, when suddenly his hearing picked up a very loud explosion and sounds of the ground being raked up.

He quickly ran outside to see-something-heading straight towards the hut, which was built of sticks and pieces of grass. Fortunately, it stopped right before it destroyed it.

There was a bunch of goo on the ground around the thing, and some of it had gotten on Devastator when he first ran out.

Attempting to shake the stuff off, he vary warily moved a couple inches closer to attempt to clearly see what this thing was.

[Swix]

((Since Grarg'll take a while to get there, I'll just go ahead with the description

... Oh, and I'd get that goo off you as soon as possible ))

What Devastator-671 would find would be what was once a ship, although the crash and resulting debris flying everywhere had exposed the insides and significantly reduced the size of the craft. Where once the bridge had been was now nothing but a chair, the circuits and computer up front had been totally torn off. The engine was missing, as was almost half the back of the ship where it had held the strange substance now strewn all over the forest.

This had once been a cargo ship, designed to be manned by only two people. These two lay on the ground not far from the ship. Both were Alien Norns, with their characteristic antennae. One was a male, and he was severely injured and not breathing. The other was a female who sported a head wound but was still alive, though barely.