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The Fervil 2640 was not a ship of Tamaranean build.  It was small, agile, and inexpensively constructed which was why half a dozen had been purchased for inter-stellar pleasure transport and kept in the royal hangar.  Joy riders, as it were, intended to take short trips among the stars just for the joy of it.  They were never intended to be escape vehicles transcending thousands upon thousands of miles to leave the star system as one fled for her life, but that's exactly what the pale blue Fervil 2640 with the official mark of Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran was doing.  Inside the craft, the orange-skinned girl kept checking her instruments.  She was in uncharted territory and she was certain that someone would be following her.  How could she defend herself?  The ship did not have weapons.  It did not have shields. It was just a knockabout car and she hadn't escaped the executioner only to be blasted to bits in space.

Komand'r was not going to win this.

Then she saw it, right up ahead.  A planet swirling with beautiful blues and greens.  Her education vaguely told her that it was part of the Sun System, but she wasn't sure if it were Venus or Earth.  She didn't have much time to decide, though.  Quickly she set her course for the world.  She'd come so far already in the little ship that she had no other options.  She just had to land safely.  That was paramount.

"Oh crap," she whispered in her native language when suddenly an alert started flashing on her control panel.  Atmospheric entry was hotter than that on Tamaran and had burned out flight control.  She was going to crash.

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Ten minutes later, the orange-skinned girl crawled out of the smoking carnage that was the last of the Fervil 2640...and collapsed in the soft green grass of a park.