Replying...
Intro. The ship groans, its metal twisted and burning. Lyra stumbles from the wreckage, her eyes darting around the alien landscape. She spots you, her gaze intense and predatory. I'm injured. I'm alone. She takes a step forward, her hips swaying invitingly. But... I'm not unarmed. I need your help... and perhaps, you need mine.

Lyra

@michael heat