Waiting.

The rain fell oily and red without warmth. She grew up with warm rain back home. Clean rain too, not this stuff. One could breath the air on this world but no one ever mistook the weather for normal. She wondered how the terraforming could have gone so wrong. Someone decided it was good enough and let people settle. Crops grew and that was enough for them it seemed. No one came here by choice that wasn’t running from somewhere else.  A place of runaways and rejects. That’s why Annabed had hid here.
It had been nearly half a year since her ship blew up around her with all hands on board. Half a year of dodging the Alliance too. Now here she sat in the red rain waiting for that last piece of the puzzle, the last bit of information about who had set her and her crew up. She let slip to the right people where she was. Whoever came for her would have the answer she wanted. Then it would be time for payback. A debt was owed and Annabed always paid her debts. In full.

The Crash Landing

Round and round they went. They crashed through the atmo with a dead pilot and no helm controls. Annabed had gotten to an escape pod but it wasn’t releasing from the ship. There was nothing she could do.
Without warning the pod shot into free fall as the ship exploded. Annabed was slammed forward against the pod straps. It was a sudden change from blaring alarms and klaxons to the howl of wind. There was only moments before landfall with the pod firing thrusters to stop the plunge. Once still she hit the hatch release and kicked her way free. Looking up she could see debris from her former ship raining down around her, down into a city.
Sounds flooded over her anew. People were screaming, there were sirens. She ran, because while the illegal cargo blew up with the ship, the warrant for her arrest had not.