There are No Monsters in Canterlot

The lone human sat on the bridge of her ship. Its course through the wheel had been disrupted and now it and the crew were lost. The human sighed, checking the cryo pods. Everyone was still alive, and the course of action was hers alone. There was a crystal sphere nearby. The only issue was it was wreathed in warp energy. She knew the a.i. could force the ship through it, but doubted they could leave again. But they were on the run. They couldn't hide out in Sigil, not with the gangs onto them. They also couldn't keep running, the Imperium had long fingers. No matter where they ran life would never be safe again. Or at least as safe as life in the wheel could be.

She realized quickly that she had no choice. She keyed in the course and let the A.I. do its thing. She stared out the viewport as the dark miasma of the warp folded and rolled outside. Having nothing else to do; she walked out of the bridge. Making her way through the cramped confines of the warp-ship. She made her way into her room and strapped on a standard black body-glove, followed by some light-weight combat webbing. A single las-pistol was shoved roughly into her holster as she sat on her bunk. She then did the most dangerous thing she could. She thought. She began thinking over her life, making conclusions based on her own storied past. The ship would obviously crash, which meant she would probably get locked out. She would also probably be captured by whatever force was on whatever planet they were unfortunate enough to crash on. This was the way of the wheel. Cycles could be seen easily after being stuck in them long enough, and she had been stuck in her cycles more times than she could count.

She began formulating, planning, and at times, crying. This journey was going to be hard, the wheel never shows mercy. She also knew she would survive, which was worse than damnation. She made the proper preparations. Sealing the cryo bay and setting up as many back up power sources as she could. They would have a long time safely sealed away before the releases cracked and they were freed. Hopefully long enough for her to free herself and mount a rescue operation. She knew it would take her a long time. An intelligence operative was not made for combat, but she had a long time, and she was good at waiting.

She made her way back to the bridge. She watched as the crystal sphere appeared in her viewport. Sure enough, a fire caught as soon as she broke through the warp. She watched in an almost bored expression as a planet quickly got bigger and bigger in the viewport. She raised an eyebrow at the fact that the blast shield successfully went down. That was rare but saved her the pain of burning to death again. She had done it before, it never took. She grabbed the straps and tied herself in. She made whooshing noises as the ship cracked and buckled when it hit the atmosphere. She calmly unhooked herself and began fighting fires as the ship began to burn up. And she sailed through the air and busted through a hole in the bulkhead about a mile before landing. As she groggily sailed through the air to her inevitable death she said a lone sentence. "Well, this was unexpected." And when she hit the ground, she died. Now if only it managed to stick.