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[Aeryn Sun] A crash and new arrivals.

[Aeryn Sun] A crash and new arrivals.
Who: Aeryn Sun-Crighton and John Crighton
Where: Not far from the bunker
When: Day 28 - Around 2pm
Invited: Everyone in location; open
Status: Complete

Fire licked at the canopy of the shuttle, as it lurched sideways through the wormhole. Aeryn clung to the controls, fighting every inch of the journey and surviving mostly on willpower alone.

A shard of metal sheared free, striking her face and grazing it. "Frell" she muttered, shaking long black hair from her face. "This isn't good."

"John!" she screamed, hoping he was still conscious behind her "John, we need more power, can you change it?"

Beneath her, the shuttle bucked and skittered, like a wild horse being tamed. Only this was one wild horse that would never be tamed.

A mutter came from the man behind her and she resisted the urge to turn. "Speak louder, frell it! I can't hear what you said!"

She saw the glare of sun on a sandy beach and knew that their craft appeared along the horizon, streaking like a meteor towards the thin yellow line. Beyond it, she could make out a greener line, following the beach-head. At least there would be something to cushion their landing.

Another piece of metal sheared off, from the outside this time, landing in the sea with a hiss. All of the paint had been stripped away now, by the searing heat of the reentry. If only she could get them down in one piece, perhaps they could contact Moiya, somehow.

John had hell to pay when she managed to get back there. And pay he would!

She yelped as the shuttle bounced off the canopy of trees, then unconsciousness hit her. Hard.

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It was dark. Not the dark of space, nor the darkness of unconsciousness, but simply dark.

She could hear screams, she thought, fear, distress, but they were distant.

As Aeryn regained full consciousness and adjusted to the very dim light, a stabbing pain lanced through her right arm and she looked down. The tight leather that encased the arm was rent apart, showing a deep gash running through the skin and revealing muscle underneath.

She hissed, trying to gently tease the material away from the wound. All she knew was she needed to keep it clean, but the rest? She blinked, pausing to assess her situation, but for one she couldn't place where she was... second, she couldn't remember how she got there.

She reached up, pushing at the metal sheet that covered her with her good arm. It wouldn't do to be caught here if she's in danger. It felt like it was caught on something and wouldn't move.

"Help!" she called, no hint of panic in her voice. Footsteps were vaguely heard in the soft sand beneath her. "Help me, I'm trapped in here!!!"

She paused, listening to the outside.

The voices were strange and she couldn't understand them, muffled though they were. Even the shouts that indicated her wreckage had been found were incomprehensible.

What the FRELL was happening?

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He managed to get the restraint unlatched and he fell gracelessly from his seat, landing in a pile against one of the side walls of the shuttle. "Ow," he stated, slowly pushing himself up to a kneeling position. He glanced toward the figure in the front of the craft again, "John," he said to her by way of introduction, "John Crichton ... I'm guessing that I'm pleased to meet you ...?"

She looked at the man and winced in sympathy as he fell from the seat to the ground. Somehow, someway, the shuttle had twisted in the centre, which was why she was still upright.

He was still watching her, so she nodded in acknowledgement of his name. "Aeryn..." she murmered, then frowned. "I .. think Crichton did you say?" She shook her head, then it sounded like someone was close to the wreckage and yelling in.

The shouting had stopped, but she could still hear indistinct voices from within. "Hello?" she shouted, in spite of herself. "Is someone in there? Are you all right?"

The words were somewhat familiar, but it was as if the tatters of her dream had invaded for a moment. Aeryn frowned, trying to make sense of the words, but couldn't. "Can you hear me?" she called, hoping beyond hope that there was someone out there that could help.

She winced as the noise cut through her throbbing head and glanced apologetically at John. "Sorry..." she whispered.

(OOC: I just remembered, they have Translator Microbes, so I'm going to say that they needed time to adjust to the human language because John hasn't spoken it in a while and because of the effects of the island, if that's OK? Still doesn't mean Aeryn can remember how to speak English, though...)

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After lunch Ami and Scott joined a few of their fellow amnesiacs in exploring the bunker. They'd just discovered the armory -- which to everyone's surprise made Ami stagger away, ashen-faced -- when a high-pitched whine penetrated the concrete walls. A muffled boom and a brief tremor suggested that *something* had crashed.

"Jesus. What now?" Scott muttered from inside the weapon-filled room. He glanced over his shoulder to see how Ami was taking the latest crisis but found only beige wall. "Ami?" he said aloud and telepathically.

Curiosity and excitement flowed across their link. "We need to see what happened!"

Scott joined the others who'd already exited into the hallway. "We do? We don't know who *we* are, where were are, or what's out there!" /And you're still not 100%,/ he reminded Ami.

Ami crossed her arms under her breasts. Scott found the gesture to be simultaneously frustrating and kind of hot. /I feel fine./ "That sounded like an aeroplane. What if it crashed like ours did? I'd want someone to help me."

About half of the group agreed with Ami. There was no way Scott was letting her wander around an unknown jungle alone, so didn't bother protesting. Instead he caught up with his fianacee(!), trying not to react to her too-innocent grin.

OOC: More in a few minutes. Just wanted to get this much posted.

OOC: Continued from above

"Uh, guys? Armory here." The unusually mature and sardonic teenager Jon stood half in the doorway. An enormous rifle of some sort was propped casually on his shoulder with the barrel pointing at the ceiling. "If you know what you're doing with firearms, I'd grab one."

Ami paled a bit and shook her head vehemently. Scott frowned at her reaction but didn't ask. Through their link he knew that she was as puzzled as he. "No, thanks," Scott replied. Although the sight of guns didn't disturb him, the array of them hadn't sparked any sense of familiarity.

Scott and Ami caught up with the other would be rescuers in the cafeteria. Locke announced that he'd guard the entrance, and relayed "the Doctor's" order to bring water. (Bring water? That's ridiculous. It's too heavy. The few gallons we could carry wouldn't do squat against a burning aircraft.)

The pleasant almost-tingle of Ami slipping her hand in his immediately gained Scott's attention. /If we do need water for firefighting, perhaps I could teleport some from here to there./ A curious mixture of excitement and chagrin accompanied the thought.

/Perhaps,/ Scott grinned, then kissed her on impulse. /Let's see what the situation is./

Without containers of water slowing them down Ami and Scott arrived at the crash site before the others. Finding it was simple: wade through the jungle toward the black plume of smoke. To Scott's relief no giant rats or anything else rushed he and Ami. He kept his silver sphere closed in his fist just in case.

The pair stepped into the ragged clearing as the Doctor neared the burning... "SPACESHIP?!" Scott blurted. Ami shrugged, then looked surprised at not being surprised.

The Doctor shouting something in a foreign language into the wreckage distracted Scott. "He told them not to move," Ami translated.

Scott frowned. /What language.../ Then he remembered Ami's ability to speak/not speak Japanese from the morning. /Never mind./ He nodded at the ruined *ship*. "Them?"

Ami nodded. "There are two people in there."

Scott swept his eyes over the scene, trying to figure out the best course of action. None of the trees or underbrush had caught fire yet, so he looked for the highest flames. After stuffing his sphere in his pocket Scott tugged Ami toward the fire raging at one end of the twisted mass.

/What are you--/

Scott stopped when the heat was almost painful -- about 10 feet away. While ripping up plants by the roots he explained, /We'll treat it like a giant campfire; smother it./ He scooped up a double handful of damp black earth and hurled it at the fire. There was no discernible effect -- yet. "You clear the ground and I'll dig." They did just that.

Chloe had just picked up one of the semiautomatic pistols. Jon, reverently examining one of the big-ass weapons, looked her way. "Do you know what you're--" he began, then paused as Chloe popped out the magazine and worked the slide, locking the chamber open. The magazine was empty.

"Apparently I do," Chloe said--just before something crashed not far from the bunker. She hesitated for a moment, tempted to take the gun with her. But if there were holsters around, she didn't see them immediately. Not wanting to carry it in her hand indefinitely, Chloe left it behind as she followed Scott and Ami.

They got ahead of her and by the time she caught up to them they were trying to contain a fire started by the downed aircraft. Chloe joined in, pulling up smaller plants and tossing them away and smothering parts of the fire with what little loose earth she could find. Mad Chris was crouched near the wreck shouting into it.

"There are two people inside," Ami explained when Chloe asked.

"Heads up!" someone shouted. Chloe looked over her shoulder. The soldier--Blaise--approached carrying a pair of shovels. Well, entrenching tools. But the result was the same.

He tossed one to her. Chloe caught it. Blaise jogged around the fire to begin digging on the other side. Chloe pried up a shovelful of black earth and tossed it on the fire. Then another. It would go a lot faster now.

The crashing noises of earth falling on top of the shuttle was something Aeryn could easily identify. "They're burying us alive!" she whispered to John. "They're covering the whole shuttle with earth and just going to leave us..."

Fear clenched at her, a momentary sense of panic. This space was heavily enclosed, was heating up and they were going to be trapped inside a buried capsule! She fumbled with the clasp of her harness, then tried to stand, pushing harder at the wreckage that was trapping them inside. "Hey! Hey, we're in here!!! Don't bury us!"

The heat was stifling now and Aeryn wiped rivulets of sweat from her face. "I can't stand this..."

Stripping off his jacket, the Doctor reversed it to use as a shield. The top of the ship should be cooler, but would still burn. He retrieved his diagnostic tool out of instinct. (Nearly nine hundred years of use and it had become as much instinct as moving a limb) He was barely aware of thumbing the setting.

"Cover your faces. I'm going to have to break the glass."

The reinforced glass of the cockpit took a moment at high sonic resonance before it shattered.

Useing the jacket as a shield she half leaned in. And ran a quick scan on the woman in the front. "Spine and head are fine. Can you unbelt and get out or do you need me to wriggle in there?"

It would be easier to check on her companion if she were clear.

The Doctor had no clue he was speaking perfect Sabacean.

She looked up at the only other person (other than John) that she had understood since the crash. The lump of metal that pinned her still impeded her movement, but she proffered a faintly relieved look as she forced herself to stand again. "With help. But John is still trapped back there. Not sure if you can get him out." She looked up through the small gap that breaking the glass had created.

I've escaped from smaller gaps... she thought, then frowned a little as she wondered how she knew that.

"Look, my right arm's frelled, so I'm going to need your help to get through that, you sure you're not going to injure yourself laying against the hull?"

Ami responded down here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/134827.html?thread=4197035#t4197035).

There was shouting from inside again, and again May didn't understand the words, but she understood the obvious panic behind them. And if she couldn't understand them, they couldn't understand her. Someone was shoving at one side of the craft, as if trying to push their way out past the twisted metal that was pinning them in. It occurred to her that the craft might be on fire inside as well as outside; if they put it out here, there was no telling what might happen to the occupants inside.

She fumbled through her pack, looking for something, anything, and pulled out a pair of - red-and-blue gloves? Shrugging it off, she pulled them on, deciding they were better than nothing, and then grabbed at the edge of a twisted panel, pulling.

"What are you doing?" Blaise yelled at her.

She didn't respond - shouting would cause her to suck in smoke despite the makeshift face mask she'd made - and pulled with all her might. She could feel the heat of the metal still, but the gloves insulated her hands just enough to do what she had to do.

The metal groaned in protest, and May gave a final yank, and the panel broke free, a slab of metal taller than she was. She stumbled, surprised, and dropped it beside her. How the hell did I do that?

Any further musings on that surprise were brought to a halt as she met the eyes of the startled woman inside the craft.

The dirt was smothering the fire, but not quickly enough. Ami's head jerked up at the sound of shattering glass and ripping metal.

What she saw distracted her. The slim, slight teenager May was perched on the craft, and her mind connected the dots. (How did she do that?)

Shaking her head to clear it, Ami focused on the state of the two people inside. They were still alive, but panicking and worried. There was no way to know how long it would take to completely smother the fire and they had to get those people out fast.

(So do it,) a little voice told her.

(I don't even know if I can!) Ami argued with herself.

(You have to try.)

Having reached a silent, internal agreement, Ami nodded. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the occupants of the spacecraft. The man's mind was much easier to sense around and lock onto; the woman's had that alien/unusual/slightly different slickness that her gangly countryman with big ears shared with Ripley and Kenzaki. If she'd had time to reflect, she would have reflected on the fact that she wasn't at all bothered or alarmed by it.

Fully focused on the male occupant of the craft, Ami did not notice the faint tremors that rolled the ground beneath their feet or the craft. She didn't notice the tufts of grass and bits of dirt that blew up from the building energy in the air. She didn't notice the ripples of crackling energy that discharged in the air around her and the craft. All she noticed was the man, his awareness, his physical location and the sudden, jarring shift when he was no longer in the craft, but materializing out of the air on his back, resting gently on the soft wild grasses a few feet away from the metallic oven.

Ami gasped and staggered back. Her eyes popped open. She felt a bit light-headed and after a moment simply dropped to her knees.

But she was smiling and rather proud of herself.

(I did it! I really did it!)

[OOC: Yes, Ami teleported John out of the craft. He's now safely on the ground outside of the burning craft. If you'd rather that didn't happen, magicalelf let me know and I, or one of the mods, can delete this post.]

John had been trying to pull at the twisted mass of metal that was partially blocking the front of the craft. He had heard the faint, dull sounds of dirt hitting the side of the craft as well as mingling of voices outside. The side of his face felt sticky and wet and there was a constant, sharp throbbing pain radiating all around his head.

"Can you hear me?" she called, hoping beyond hope that there was someone out there that could help.

She winced as the noise cut through her throbbing head and glanced apologetically at John. "Sorry..." she whispered

John grunted, closing his eyes a moment as her voice rang around the small interior of the craft. "Yeah .. no problem. Not the first time a woman hasn't listened to me." He wasn't sure how he knew that, but for some reason it seemed to be very true. And there was a nagging belief that perhaps it was this same woman who rarely listened to him.

The reinforced glass of the cockpit took a moment at high sonic resonance before it shattered.

John shouted in alarm as the glass in the front of the craft shattered, raining reinforced glass down inside. He staggered back from the twisted metal he had been tugging on, putting a hand across his face and eyes. "Aeryn, are you alright up there? Can you answer me? Aeryn?"

He moved his hand from in front his eyes and took a step back toward the debris again, he had no idea if the voices he heard outside of the craft were friends or foes. What if they were hostile and only intended on getting them out of this craft so they could put them in some kind of big pot and stew them up. "Aeryn!" he called, yanking at the metal debris. They may have been strangers, but they were strangers together inside this craft.

She didn't notice the ripples of crackling energy that discharged in the air around her and the craft. All she noticed was the man, his awareness, his physical location and the sudden, jarring shift when he was no longer in the craft, but materializing out of the air on his back, resting gently on the soft wild grasses a few feet away from the metallic oven.

John didn't even have a chance to make a sound of surprise. One moment he was inside the craft and the next moment he was lying on his back on what felt like sand. He flailed and rolled onto his side and then pushed to his knees, sand flying around him. He looked around wildly, confused and a little more than panicky. The first thing he saw was a gangly teenager sitting on her knees a few feet in front of him, and behind her, the twisted burning wreckage of the craft he must have been in.

"What ... the hell ...?"

[OOC : holy cats, I need to check LJ more often, ne? I had no idea the game moved so quickly!]

The Doctor hadn't found Rose yet. And he wasn't altogether certain what to say when he did find her. How to explain she'd been experimented on, tortured, who knew what else... no easy task. Hhe didn't envy Daniel telling the others.

He'd eaten a bit of the soup and washed out his own bowel before going out for a bit of air while gathering his thoughts. He seemed to have at least five of them running through his head at any given time, so why wasn't at least one something helpful when it came to this upcoming conversation.

Once outside he heard a distant sonic boom, then a tortured whine. He looked up. Jet?

He caught a flash of something that looked like a small space shuttle hitting the trees some distance away.

The sound of trees breaking was better then the sound of an explosion. But if it was a shuttle that had come through atmosphere, the belly would be radiating great heat. And there were trees, recent rain or not.

"Downed plane, bring as much water as you can. Move it!" He called into the kitchen before taking off at a run.

Plane was easier for them to assimilate than small space craft.

In his hury he left the depleated kit he had not yet returned to the med lab.

It was easy to find the crash, he only had to follow the sound and the smell of smouldering as the wood and leaves caught the heat. He just hyoped they didn't burst into flame. A jungle fire was the last thing they needed.

He arrived at the sceen to spy May already there. And some cries for help from inside.

"Don't move." He barked to passangers... crew? "You may be injured."

At LAST! Someone who understood. "Yes, I'm Frellin' injured! I don't think you should be able to see BONE in a wound!"

She sighed, slumping back into her seat and resting her head on the headrest. As she closed her eyes, she took another breath to try and still the panic. "Just.. don't let them bury us, whoever you are!" she called, her voice sounding less angry and more controlled, despite the fear she was fighting.

The man behind the woman was obviously concerned for her. But in moments he was just… gone. He was startled and his head stot up, banging it on the top of the cabin. A quick look outside, showed the man beside Ami. Fantastic!

The Doctor offered a manic grin to the woman.

"They aren't burying you. They're puttin' out the fire. You camethrough atmo and landed in a jungle. Sparked some smolderin' is all. I just checked your head and spine for mobility." He spoke while pulling himself through the window. He looked down over the controls and frowned, noting many of the markings were in English, as was the writing outside. But the woman wasn't speaking any Earth language.

How did he know that and not who he was? He really needed his memory back.

Right, that arm was definitely cut badly. But there was only slowly seeping blood, no spurting. He reached through and managed to cut her free of her safety harness using his little sonic tool.

"Wounded comin' out. Need someone to help her down, please." The Doctor called to the people who were gathering to help. That was unless someone decided for a second teleport.

May appeared and ripped open the metal like a tin can, making the need for telporting moot.

"Remind me not to arm wrestle with you." The Doctor's eyebrows rose.

"Let's get you out of here." He looked back to May. "Think you can lift her and pass her down to me?"

He slid back down the craft without waiting for an answer. His pants were slightly charred, but he seemed to be a bit more heat resistant that humans. His jacket/buffer showed no sign of the heat. Not really leather than.. or earth leather anyway.

"Right then, ready when you are," he called up to May

As the two rescuers moved around near her, Aeryn sat fairly still, trying to calm herself by deep breathing exercises. Don't ask where the frell I know how to do this, but it's working. Don't question it.

There were times when she could understand this man and others when she couldn't, so she assumed he could speak more than one language.

He had shimmied away by the time she was ready to come out, so she just did what she could to help the young lady pulling her out. She couldn't help but whimper and bite her lip as the wound in her arm tugged and teared, but she wouldn't cry out. There was nothing on this planet or any other that would make her.

At work and now busy. Won't be back till 9:00 pm or later. Please NPC the Doctor as needed. I trust you all. ;) Just don't regenerate him.

Just don't regenerate him.

*pouts*

There goes that plan. Hrmph.

;)

((Sorry for the delay, thought Aeryn was still strapped in and had to repost. And I'm off for a good few hours now. Lunch!))

"Think you can lift her and pass her down to me?"

"I guess so." May nodded, glancing briefly at the panel she'd torn off like tinfoil.

She lowered herself into the craft, having to twist a bit to plant her feet without impeding the escape route. As she did so, she didn't notice that she was planting her feet against the side of the hull. Seeing the woman's injured right arm, May grimaced, taking a quick glance around for any makeshift splints and finding nothing.

There was no way in hell she could splint or immobilize the arm in time, but fortunately the woman realized that and was already pushing herself up, keeping the bad arm as close to herself as she dared. May took her good arm and started to pull her up, supporting her from beneath at the same time as she eased the stranger out of the hatch as best she could, supporting her around the waist as she got up high enough. With her legs free, the woman was able to use her feet to pull herself up, allowing May to scramble up immediately after and catch her before she could so much as slide.

Without thinking, she planted her sneakered feet against the side of the hull and walked down it, half-supporting and half-carrying the woman (mainly to keep her off the still-hot metal) until they reached the ground where the big-eared Brit whose name she'd never learned was waiting. He took the stranger from her, supporting her on her good side as May hopped down to the ground and they started moving away from the overheated craft. She noticed that he was grinning at her. "What?"

"You always make a habit of walking on walls?"

May blinked a few times. "Uh, I wouldn't know."

May and the Doctor seemed almost determined to carry her away from the wreckage. She struggled from their grasps and glared briefly at them both. "Hey, Ears! Strong girl! I can walk, you know...." she said, but swayed a little on her feet. "I don't need either of you to carry me, I only need a med bag or some nanites to heal this damn thing. Then I can get the frell out of your hair!"

She had no idea if either of them were listening to her, but by now she was looking around for John. At least he had seemed like a link to sanity for now, so perhaps he was still around? Somewhere?

Scott's rushing to the rescue down here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/134827.html?thread=4203179#t4203179). Trying to, anyway. :)

/You have to try,/ Ami thought.

Scott was about to ask her what when her mind knotted with concentration. The ground trembled, wind swirled around her, and energy sparked in the air. Scott gaped at her, frozen in a half-crouch holding a handful of dirt. Then a sooty blond man appeared on the grass a short distance away.

/I did it! I really did it!/ Ami cheered as she slumped to her knees.

Scott looked from her to the magically appearing man and back again. "Holy crap!" Letting the dirt fall to the ground, he crouched beside Ami. "You just--" Then he laughed, taking her hands in his. "Are you okay?" The question was redundant. Scott's healing ability had already sensed that she merely needed to rest.

Ami grinned despite the slump of her shoulders. "Quite. Just tired."

"Wounded comin' out," the Doctor called from inside the wreck. "Need someone to help her down, please."

"Go," Ami encouraged. "I'm fine."

Nodding, Scott stood in time to see his maybe-relative May *walk down the outside of the wreckage* carrying an obviously injured woman. The madly grinning Doctor took the woman from May. They exchanged a few words as they moved a safe distance from the flames.

After a few astonished blinks Scott got back on task. He sprinted to the man Ami had teleported out, introduced himself as Scott, and half-dragged him back to Ami. "Your friend's injuries are much more serious," he told the man. "I'll help her, then come back here." He hurried over to May, the Doctor, and the injured woman without waiting for a response.

Sorry for the rushed ending to the above post. I didn't mean to diss John. It was taking me forever to write, and I wanted to get it posted!

The injured (and gorgeous) woman was standing and shouting at her rescuers in an unfamiliar language when Scott caught up with them. He was pretty sure that if his arm was as torn up he'd be lying on the ground trying to heal it before he passed out, not arguing.

Scott gave the woman a quick smile, then turned to the Doctor and May. "What's she saying?"

"No clue," May shrugged.

The Doctor chuckled. "Stubborn patient, this one. She asked for some nanites to fix her arm."

Scott raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Riiight. Tell her we don't... uh, we don't have nanites, do we?" His companions shrugged while Gorgeous Injured Lady loosed more angry-sounding jibberish. Scott gave her the most friendly smile he could manage and reached for her uninjured arm. She jerked away, making Scott sigh with frustration. "Tell her that I'm a doctor. We need to at least stop the bleeding and see if she has any other injuries. If she lets me touch her I can do that!"

"Well if you're a frelling Doctor, then HEAL me!" she glared at Scott. Then stopped and stepped back. She'd understood what he said and that was.. odd.

However, the look of incomprehension he was giving her, the look of appeal he was giving to Ears, made her realise she could understand them, but couldn't make them understand her.

She looked to Ears, hating that frell-eating grin he was wearing, but knowing that he was the only one she could talk to right here, right now. "Listen, Ears. Tell that Doctor that I need something to cut the leather off my arm and then something to bind the wound. Don't know what kinds of infection are on this frelling planet."

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