Chapter 1 (Warning: Mild Gore, Mild Violence) White. Sound, light, even taste...all were white. White... A thought formed, and abruptly faded with a gust of icy wind. Wind? Wind! Sahri's eyes fluttered open, a mistake immediately realized, and rectified. With eyes clenched shut, she tried flexing her fingers, which sluggishly responded with painful protest. With no small amount of hesitation, toes wiggled, then a long golden tail, and finally two large fox-like ears. With a flicker of renewed hope, the young Aurin once again opened her eyes, blinking away the stinging light. She should have kept them closed. No, no, nononononononoNONONONONONO! Her mind and her voice screamed out in unison, as the gaping maw of the dead human's face seemed to mirror her horror. Instinctively she pulled back, flinging herself away from the frozen monster, despite her aching body's revolt. Her legs propelled her back through piles of snow until her back collided with a wall of metal. She dared a glance up. It was a starship's bulkhead, and beyond it, a roiling sky of the darkest grey. "This is wrong! Th-this is all wr-wrong, WHERE AM I?!" Her outburst, directed at no one and nothing, echoed hollowly. Looking about, she saw that she was in the remains of what was once a large space-faring vessel, torn asunder like the ribcage of some great mechanical beast. Even as she attempted to compose herself, fresh snow swept in through the skeletal husk, the invisible chill grasping at her nearly bare skin. Sahri shut her eyes tight once more, trying with what willpower she had to remember even a fragment of how she ended up in the icy tomb, but all that responded to her desperate attempts, was a blackness that rivaled the sheer white of her awakening. Her eyes shot open, their blue depths brimming with desperation. As she sat, her mind grasping at memories that were so many grains of sand, a dull throbbing pain began to creep up from her legs. Her eyes fell to the limbs in question, and a gasp escaped from her. A long gash ran the length of her right thigh, an ugly, filthy wound, still trickling blood. Without another thought, she scooped up handfuls of freshly fallen snow and gingerly packed it onto the wound, and proceeded to use her own body heat to melt it, allowing the water to trickle through the rent flesh, until no detritus remained. She glanced around the snow-filled interior of the dead leviathan, her eyes coming to rest on the dead human, still giving her his full attention. Scooting over to the frozen corpse, she quickly snatched a small holdout blaster from his belt, and pointed it skyward. With hardly a flinch, she pulled the trigger, over and over, each shot roaring into the dark sky. When the first click sounded, announcing an empty clip, Sahri deftly pressed the glowing barrel along the wound, searing shut the open blood vessels. She opened her mouth to scream, but the pain muffled her cry, allowing only a trail of tears to soak her face. Dropping the weapon in the snow, she collapsed against the bulkhead, eyes bloodshot and mouth hanging open. Only then, as the scent of scorched flash wafted up to her, did she finally wonder... How did I do that? To be continued!