She had gone over all the gear present; considering all her choices carefully. Creating a makeshift backpack with a carry case and some straps. She loaded the case with as much as she could. A cloak to shield her from the sun and wind. as much water as possible. Food rations, and of course, weaponry tp protect herself if she had too. Communications and a tricorder. She finally stepped from the ship, securing the inner hatch, she now stared out over the sun baked sand. A deep fear tore at her insides, yet she felt a new stirring within her as well; freedom. As well gear up as she could figure, she made the first steps away from the ship. She did not look back as she walked. She now carried the old warrior in her heart.