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She crashed with her escape pod in nowhere.

This interpretation on my picture was left in the comments by TimelessHalls . Thanks for this! I like this story so much and it fits so well that I don't want to withhold it from you.
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What a disaster.
Of all the miserable dirt specks in the galaxy, it couldn't have been a casino world, or a water resort. Hell, even a prison planet had other people to interact with and access to basic amenities. But this...a desert wasteland as far as the eye could see, and judging by initial readouts bereft of even the most limited of outposts, let alone a stockade or a colony. She was, not for the first time but perhaps the worst time in her life, truly and completely fucked.
Trudging awkwardly from the remains of her escape pod, she gazed up at the hulk of her freighter burning up as it entered the atmosphere, always a sight to behold, beating the best fireworks shows, but sadly this was definitely no time for celebration, even if she were alive and unscathed. She needed shelter, water, food. Thankfully, the escape pod provided all three, but only initially. Eventually, rations would run out, even if she thinned them out to the barest of caloric intake and stretched the water to 4 or 5 ounces a day. She curled her lips up in a disgusted sneer; not even the signs of primitive lifeforms, something she could hunt. Even if the meat proved toxic, they could have bones to forge into tools, hide to turn into shelter and clothing, something, ANYTHING to aid in survival.
She lifted her wrist to her mouth and flipped on the comlink, hitting 'record'. "Stardate 2479.33. Day 1 of my arrival on this hellhole. Got to be brief, too much talking can be a drain on hydration. Looking around though, hopes are dim. Gotta set up distress beacon, but this planet is far from normal trade routes. Out here, pirates, smugglers at best. Not exactly the sort I'd like for company, let alone rescue me." She stopped talking and gazed into the harsh ocean of golden dunes, the heat rising off them in waves. "This is gonna be the ultimate test of all my training. Not gonna give up hope yet. Stretching my rations to the limit, I could theoretically last...a month. Better get exploring, but wait until nightfall." She grimaced. "If this damn planet isn't tidally locked I just realized." Retrieving her blast rifle from the escape pod, she set to trudging up the closest large dune to get a better look at her new, hopefully temporary, home.
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Composed and rendered with Daz Studio, post work with Affinity Photo.
I experimented a bit with Mesh Grabber tool to modify the desert geometry. After this I tried to enhance the footsteps in post work. I'm not entirely satisfied with the result, but that also means that I still have room for improvement.

Thanks for stopping by!

Description
She crashed with her escape pod in nowhere.

This interpretation on my picture was left in the comments by TimelessHalls . Thanks for this! I like this story so much and it fits so well that I don't want to withhold it from you.
------------
What a disaster.
Of all the miserable dirt specks in the galaxy, it couldn't have been a casino world, or a water resort. Hell, even a prison planet had other people to interact with and access to basic amenities. But this...a desert wasteland as far as the eye could see, and judging by initial readouts bereft of even the most limited of outposts, let alone a stockade or a colony. She was, not for the first time but perhaps the worst time in her life, truly and completely fucked.
Trudging awkwardly from the remains of her escape pod, she gazed up at the hulk of her freighter burning up as it entered the atmosphere, always a sight to behold, beating the best fireworks shows, but sadly this was definitely no time for celebration, even if she were alive and unscathed. She needed shelter, water, food. Thankfully, the escape pod provided all three, but only initially. Eventually, rations would run out, even if she thinned them out to the barest of caloric intake and stretched the water to 4 or 5 ounces a day. She curled her lips up in a disgusted sneer; not even the signs of primitive lifeforms, something she could hunt. Even if the meat proved toxic, they could have bones to forge into tools, hide to turn into shelter and clothing, something, ANYTHING to aid in survival.
She lifted her wrist to her mouth and flipped on the comlink, hitting 'record'. "Stardate 2479.33. Day 1 of my arrival on this hellhole. Got to be brief, too much talking can be a drain on hydration. Looking around though, hopes are dim. Gotta set up distress beacon, but this planet is far from normal trade routes. Out here, pirates, smugglers at best. Not exactly the sort I'd like for company, let alone rescue me." She stopped talking and gazed into the harsh ocean of golden dunes, the heat rising off them in waves. "This is gonna be the ultimate test of all my training. Not gonna give up hope yet. Stretching my rations to the limit, I could theoretically last...a month. Better get exploring, but wait until nightfall." She grimaced. "If this damn planet isn't tidally locked I just realized." Retrieving her blast rifle from the escape pod, she set to trudging up the closest large dune to get a better look at her new, hopefully temporary, home.
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Composed and rendered with Daz Studio, post work with Affinity Photo.
I experimented a bit with Mesh Grabber tool to modify the desert geometry. After this I tried to enhance the footsteps in post work. I'm not entirely satisfied with the result, but that also means that I still have room for improvement.

Thanks for stopping by!