Flashing lights, blaring noises; flying a spaceship was more complicated than she’d thought it’d be. Everything had been going smoothly for a while. She’d even gotten used to the inverted controls. Flying straight or even turning wasn’t a problem. Asteroids and lack of fuel, however, were. After an hour or so of flight away from Messaline, she unwittingly found herself in an asteroid minefield on the outsideof a planet with no fuel. Jenny made her way toward the celestial body as gently as she could, weaving through the debris, but it was to no avail. The ship was difficult to manuever and she got stuck between a pair of space rocks. What broke her free was another, larger, and faster asteroid crashing into the side. The ship spun, and by the time she got it under control, she was breaching the planet’s atmosphere and was thoroughly entangled in its gravitational pull.
The situation escalated quickly as she found her thrusters broken, her propellers malfunctioning, and her navigation system unresponsive. She was smart but she’d never flown a spaceship before. It wasn’t included in the progenator’s databank. Jenny supposed this was to be expected, but knowing that this was a bad idea, now, wasn’t going to get her out of this prediciment. The ship began heating up as the friction of falling through an atmosphere became relevant. It wasn’t long before her ship was nosediving straight into the planet below.
Jenny pulled up, she pulled levers and pushed buttons, but nothing seemed to be working. That wasn’t too surprising; the spaceship was designed to be a one-way trip to Messaline. Even if she had thrusters or propellers to use, it wouldn’t be enough. Without some force to turn herself around and out of the sky, there was nothing she could do to avoid a collision but steer, and the controls were jammed. All she could really do was pull, press buttons, and hope for the best.
As if her prayers were answered, the craft was headed for a small body of water, with only one humanoid near it. Perhaps a secret beach or lake? The Time Echo didn’t know, she just thanked her luck, continued trying to find a way to fix the controls, and hoped there was a crash-impact system.
She wasn’t successful in finding anything to fix them, but what she did find was a big, yellow, eject button. She used it as soon as she could, and found herself floating a safe distance in the air. the water brushed her feet as the ship landed. Jenny had been far enough out that the splash created was just a really large wave once it hit shore. As she landed into the water, parachute all around her, she unlatched herself from the fabric and began swimming from underneath it— or trying to. It quickly became apparent that all that the progenetor taught her was how to fight, clean weapons, use weapons, and speak. After a few seconds she figured out how to float, but the parachute was too wet and thick for her to raise it off of her. She managed to push up a small airpocket from which she breathed deep, then proceeded to struggle with the fabric. She tried to climb out from under it and ending up just pulling it with her.
The TARDIS lurched beneath the Doctor’s feet, his grip on the console nearly slipping as the machine bucked. “No!” he shouts in frustration, reaching for the scanner. “Oh no, no no, come on!” He groans, attempting to force his ship out of the pull. She was being sucked into the field of a crashing ship, forced to follow the descent pattern into possible destruction, much like suction of a sinking ship into deep water.
"Aha!" The brunette yanks down on levers left and right, the emergency systems starting up enough to jump-start de-materialization, the whooshing of the engines strained and deafening as alarms continued to sound.
Suddenly all is still, and the Doctor lets out a long breath, relaxing against the controls for a moment before looking back to the scanner, its screen flashing on to reveal his surroundings—and there was the ship. Crushed and smoldering, the small craft that had pulled his TARDIS out of flight seemed no more than a ball of metal. Surely no one could have survived that? The thoughts barely lasts in his mind, and in an instant the time lord is out of his own ship, sonic in hand.
"Hello?" He calls, aiming the device at the chunk of machinery. "Hello, is anyone in there? Can anybody here me?" The sonic whirred in his hand and he brought it back to eye level, eyes narrowing slightly. "No one? There can’t’ve been no one."
He puts the sonic down, eyes scanning the surrounding shoreline as he picks his way around the wreckage. A flicker of movement in the corner of his eye as the lake ripples. Waves? No. The Doctor runs out into the shallow water edge, shielding his eyes against the glare in time to see hands flail just above the surface, the remains of a parachute slowly sinking above them.
In an instant he’s diving in, keeping his sights trained on the spot he had watched the hands disappear, taking quick breaths. "Hang on!" he calls, knowing the person couldn’t possibly hear him, but hoping all the same. "Hang on, I’m coming!" He reaches the spot, able to just barely feel the brush of the sinking parachute against his trousers. Taking a gulp of air, the Doctor pushes himself beneath the surface, keeping his eyes wide in the dark water as he searches for the passenger, his hands reaching into the shadows beneath him. His fingers brush skin, and he immediately takes hold, grasping what felt to be an upper arm and kicking towards the surface, dragging the weight beneath him.
He breaks the surface, his lungs sucking in the air hungrily as he heaves the near-drowned passenger up beside him with both hands gripping tightly. It’s then that he finally sees their face. A young girl with what would have normally been blonde hair now soaked brown, her head lolling slightly as he instantly wrapped an arm around her body, his mouth hanging in slight surprise, his stomach flipping.