Uniting Two Planets

Charlotte didn't feel pressured or burdened by his questions. She never would have thought to search the ship for supplies without him to be a voice of reason. This had never happened to her before; she was always behind the safe walls of the castle. If not that, she always knew where she was going when on Durin.

"No, but it's not too late for me to get those things," she assured. "I had to take care of you first."

She was reluctant to leave him. Charlotte liked having him close by and felt like he'd need her. Lucijan was a tough, sturdy man, though. From what she could tell, anyway. It shouldn't hurt either of them if she went to the fallen spacecraft to get what they needed. She left her cloak blanketed on him as she carefully moved herself from him, hoping he'd be able to sit on his own, and even stand up.

When she got to her feet, she smoothed out the exotic dress she was wearing out of paranoia it might have slid up while she was sitting. "I'll be right back," she promised, holding on to the strap of her bag as she rushed back to the ship. Charlotte disappeared inside to seek out any food and useful tools. Frankly, she didn't want to touch any weapons she came across. Even if they were in safety mode, she was afraid to hold them.

Rations were stuffed into her bag, along with a small looking tool box and whatever else she could fit in with her medical supplies. It saddened her to have to leave her potted plants behind... They would die here without her care and would never be able to sit in the soil at Lith. Other things had to take priority, though.
 
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Lucijan slowly removed the cloak that covered him, his muscles still ached and every move pained him, but he had to stand up and do something. The pain would fade once he got moving again. Pushing his hands onto the grassy soil beneath him he forced himself into a sitting position. Sitting up was painfully slow and when he finally finished he was covered in sweat. He decided to rest a little bit before trying to stand up.

Finally being able to observe his surroundings a bit he turned to look at the wrecked ship. It was lying on its side and was demolished quite badly. Seeing the state the ship was in made him wonder how they survived the impact. At least it wasn't smoking, so their pursuers would have a harder time finding them. The rest of his view was blocked by trees and bushes, a green and dense front that seemed perfect for hiding. He didn't have to worry about Charlotte being spotted easily, with her brown cloak and her green hair she would be perfectly camouflaged.

His breath was a bit calmer now, gritting his teeth and steeling himself he prepared for standing up. The first step was to draw his knees beneath him, from there he then could start pushing himself up. With a grunt and great endeavor he forced himself up. Feeling his blood rushing through his body again made him feel a bit better. The effort of standing up was clearly worth it's effort. He felt awake and focused for the first time since he woke up.

Picking up Charlotte's cloak he slowly made his way to the ship. Maybe he could help her with carrying something or look for some weapons. He didn't know if she was able to identify things that could be used as a weapon, or if she even wanted to hold them, her people were very peaceful after all.
 
During her walk through the ship, Charlotte spotted Lucijan walking towards the ship. Relief washed over her when she saw this; it was good that he could walk. There was no doubt in her mind that his body screamed at him for it, though. This poor fellow probably needed to rest some more, and then he could travel free of pain. She hoped nothing like that would happen to him again... That hit to his head frightened her more than anything else.

Charlotte showed up at the part of the ship she entered and reached out for her cloak. She made a smile as she took it from him, returning it to her shoulders where it belonged. It felt nice to have it back; this planet was a bit colder than she was used to. Then again, she might as well try to adapt while she was here. Lith was going to be absolutely freezing, though she'd have the proper clothing to shield her from it.

"I grabbed what I could find for food, and I found a little toolbox," she told him, patting her messenger bag. "Can you handle carrying the weapons?"

She bit her lower lip, slightly out of shame for her fear of even touching those objects. Should Lucijan feel unable to carry those things, she'd have to be more courageous to help him out. Charlotte didn't want to be useless, or considered a weakling.
 
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With heavy steps Lucijan stepped into the ship. He still felt exhausted as hell but they needed those weapons. After everything was gathered he would lead them a few miles away and try to contact his acquaintance. His first stop was the bridge, he didn't want to leave his rifle here. It was a expensive custom made Gauss-Rifle, losing it would cost him dearly.

Sorting trough the mess that remained of the bridge he saw the muzzle of his rifle. As far as he could see it was still intact. Even though it was buried beneath a pile of metal. He tried to lift the junk and pull the rifle out, but he could barely lift it. His strength clearly wasn't back at it's fullest.

"Charlotte could you pull the Rifle out, please? Don't worry it shouldn't be loaded so there's no danger in touching it."
 
Charlotte watched as Lucijan tried to pull his weapon from a heavy pile of scrapped metal. It ached her to see him struggle like that... She wasn't too surprised when he asked her for help. Him assuring her that it wouldn't be a dangerous thing to handle definitely made this easier.

After rubbing her palms together, she pushed some of the debris aside to make this job easier. Anyone who looked at Charlotte could tell that she was incapable of lifting any sort of heavy, which included pushing and pulling. The sound of metal falling over echoed in the ship as she wrapped her hands around the rifle. It was pulled out cautiously.

Nearly stumbling backwards after she pulled it out, she balanced herself with the gun in both hands. She felt unsafe handling it, despite what Lucijan said. Still... She felt proud of herself for doing this favour.

"Do you need me to carry it?" she asked, offering it to him in case not.
 
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"No, I'll carry it. Don't worry my body can handle it. This rifle is like a part of my body, it'll make me feel more secure having it's weight on my back, rather than be burdened by it"

Taking the weapon from her, he finally felt the familiar weight of the rifle's massive steel again. He also noticed the relieved look of Charlotte when he took it, it confirmed his decision to carry it even more. His rifle was build quite large and heavy, but it's robustness and firepower were remarkable. He gave it a quick inspection, looking for damages caused by the crash. Despite some scratches it seemed ok, the muzzle wasn't bend, thanks to it's sturdiness, and nothing had broken off. He leveled his rifle and took a look trough the scope. A frown appeared on his face, the scope was broken, while it seemed alright from the outside the small lens inside was cracked and rendered the scope useless. Fighting with it would be difficult, if not impossible. Checking his ammo pouch in his armor he confirmed that his two magazines were still there. There was no use in looking for more ammunition for a broken weapon. Things just kept taking a turn for the worse.

Now in a somber mood he winked for Charlotte to follow him. His rifle was almost like a companion to him, the nearest thing he had of a comrade. It pained him that it was practically useless now. But maybe he could trust someone else now...she did after all save his life... and she wasn't raised with hate and death all around her...

He quickly banished the thought. There was nothing gained by musing in his own thoughts. Stepping out of the ship into the sun that was peeking through the leaves of the treetops he waited for Charlotte to stand next to him.

"Did you already take a look around?" He directed the question at Charlotte while he was eying the surroundings. The first night would be brutal if they didn't find somewhere remotely safe.
 
Curious eyes looked at Lucijan as he examined his damaged weapon. He seemed... Grieved. Charlotte had no emotional attachment to weapons, since she was against destruction, but could understand the pain. She had items she had a closeness with that would upset her greatly if they were broken! She hoped he could get that repaired and if not, she'd have to help him. Charlotte was a crafty woman. Even though she might not be able to restore its functions, she could at least make it look better.

Silently, she followed close behind the mercenary with one hand wrapped around the strap of her bag. It was heavier now that she stuffed it with extra things, though nothing she couldn't handle. Now more than ever, she didn't want to part with this. Their lives depended on the food and medicines, even the toxins she brought along.

"I... No, I couldn't. I stayed with you the entire time," she answered, hastening her steps to walk beside him. Charlotte was feeling paranoid, and afraid in this new environment. Although he was injured, she trusted him to keep her protected. "I did see a cave not far from here. Otherwise, we can explore."

She put on a brave smile and looped her free arm around one of his biceps, finding comfort in holding onto him. It would be unfortunate if they got separated...