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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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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."

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.

John blinked up at the man feeling as though he were onboard a spacecraft that was suddenly spinning wildly out of control. It was as though the gravity coils had suddenly failed, leaving him floating and lost. He watched as the man darted quickly away again, running over to where Aeryn was standing with two other beside the twisted wreckage.

John bowed his head, leaning forward and pressing his hands into the soft sand he was kneeling on, etching deep grooves in the pliant surface with his fingers. Confusion washed over him, knotting his brow, he had no idea where he was, or how he'd gotten here. There was also the nagging belief that he knew Aeryn, knew her more than just by name alone, but couldn't find any reason to back that up.

He glanced up, dark hair plastered to the blood drying along the side of his face. The sight of the handsome man who had just dragged him across the sand talking to Aeryn sent a surge of surprising jealousy streaking through him. "Hey!" he shouted, trying to scramble to his feet, but succeeding only in flailing forward a little, spraying sand in the air. He still had no idea of who any of these people were or what they wanted. Or, even more important, what they wanted with them.

"Back off!" he shouted, trying to surge to his feet again despite the waves of nausea, "Get away from her!"

I really, really need to be working but ...

The names in [Brackets] in the subject line should be your character name. That way we know which character is talking :-)

If you want to address specific characters, you can always add a notation of "tagging X, Y, Z"

So, for example, your subject line should read [John] (tagging Scott, Aeryn)

But that's only if you want to limit responses to them and only them.

And oh yeah, I'll be throwing up an Ami response to this in about twenty minutes. . .unless,of course, you're limiting the responses to only Scott and Aeryn :-)

Blarg!! I'm so sorry! I'll go back & edit all that, it's honestly open to everyone. Another lesson learned *^^*

Don't worry 'bout editing.

No biggie, just wanted to let you know :-)

The man's jealousy, paranoia and panic surged empathically through Ami. She took a moment and drew up her mental and psychic shields the better to deal with the torrent coming from both of the newcomers.

"Wait, stop!" Ami took the man's arms gently in her hands and steadied him. She wasn't strong enough to force him to sit down, but she hoped that he was smart enough to realize he wasn't one hundred percent. "He's my fiancé." She said that first, hoping to ward off the protective jealousy and convince the man to relax a bit. When she saw that she had his attention, she continued in her very distinctive British accent, "He's a healer. He only wants to help. He won't hurt her. We're friends."

Even shielded the man's doubt and distrust buffeted her. Ami resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She pushed the single errant lock of shock white hair out of her eyes and nudged an empathic push of comfort and understanding toward him as she continued, "Honestly, we're trying to help. Think about it. Why would we rescue you if we wanted to harm you? Wouldn't it have been easier to just let you burn to death or suffocate inside your craft?

"Please, sit down and let us help you and your . .. friend?"

The situation was getting more confusing by the minute. The woman shouted at Scott again, did a double take, then ranted at the Doctor. One word in particular kept popping up: "frell."

"Frell?" Scott echoed. The woman gave him a death glare, then growled some more jibberish with plenty of "frell" occurances.

The Doctor threw his head back and laughed. "Curse word, Scott." Suddenly he sobered. "Seems she understands you know. Wants you to heal her."

"Finally!" Scott exclaimed. As he reached for the woman's arm a confusing array of emotions from Ami momentarily distracted him. They receded just as quickly. Since Ami hadn't asked for help, Scott returned his attention to the woman. She allowed him to lightly grasp her upper uninjured arm.

The physical contact reported a mostly human anatomy with one serious and multiple minor injuries. Scott hid his surprise at the "mostly" part as best he could. (I should be getting good at it. Hardly anyone's normal around here.) As he concentrated on her injuries Scott asked, "What's your name?"

"Erin."*

Scott spoke slowly since most of his attention was focused on her body. The lasceration slicing open her other arm was her worst injury by far. He wanted to be sure he could heal her considering her not-quite-humanness. "Okay, Erin. I'm Scott." He fished the inch-wide silver marble from his pants pocket, holding it in the palm of his hand for her to see. "This will help me heal your arm. It'll glow and make some noise. Just hold still, okay?"

The woman scowled, grumbling something involving frell. The insult he didn't really understand was easy to disregard.

Although the public display of weirdness made Scott uncomfortable, he wasn't about to let this woman bleed out or get a life-threatening infection. Blocking out the surrounding chaos, Scott focused on the silver sphere. It glowed pale blue and hummed softly. The object somehow multiplied his awareness of Erin's body and her injuries. Relying mostly on instinct, he channeled some of his energy into her, prompting her immune system to staunch blood flow from her slashed arm, other cuts, and multiple bruises. Then he worked on mending the torn skin and muscle of her arm.

Scott wasn't sure how long he stood there concentrating.** Although he was tiring, he pushed himself until Erin's muscles had healed. The remaining cut was nasty, but not as dangerous as it had been.

The sphere's light and hum ceased when Scott let go of Erin and wiped the perspiration from his brow. "That's all I'm going to do for now. I'm getting tired and need to check on your friend."

* That's how "Aeryn" is pronounced, right? Believe it or not I haven't seen much "Farscape". *ducks*

** About five minutes. Once Scott started healing the wound the pain disappeared, and the area felt tingly and itchy.

(OOC: Yep, Erin is close enough to how it sounds, so that would make sense! :D Especially since she has a faint accent...)

Aeryn watched as the man passed a blue ball over her arm, but really all she cared about was the receeding pain. He held her arm still as he worked, but she had started to relax now and could take a serious look around at the numerous people surrounding them. Briefly, she looked down at the sidearm that rode along her thigh, something familiar and solid, she thought with a small smile.

She looked up at the people near to her. The man she'd called "Ears" was still grinning and obviously translating some of what she said, but he'd been relatively kind so far. Reaching up with her left hand, she grasped a small curtain of hair that had fallen over her face and pushed it back, unconsciously smoothing it flatter. "So, Ears. I can't keep calling you that, what's your real name?"

He laughed shortly and shook his head with an infectious grin "Actually, I don't know. I've been calling myself Chris, since that's some of the ID I've found, but I think I'm a Doctor."

"Hang on, you mean noone knows?"

She turned to Mayday and canted her head to the side. "What about you, Strong Girl?" She waited while the Doctor translated.

May frowned as Chris translated both of "Erin's" questions. These people had just crashed here, and they suddenly didn't remember who they were? Bad enough that something here had wiped their memories, but what could possibly be doing that to people who'd just shown up? "This is like an epidemic. Even the new people have amnesia?"

Mindfuck Island, all right. She didn't know where that thought had come from - like it was repeating something she ought to remember - but it was apropos.

She shifted her feet uncomfortably as Chris went on to translate Erin's words verbatim, including the nickname. The opening she'd torn in the spacecraft was bigger than she'd thought, a reminder of the totally bizarre feat she'd just performed. Outwardly, she knew she looked like a normal teenage girl, maybe athletic, but she didn't look strong enough to tear apart thick metal with her bare hands.

"I found an ID that says my name's May. Other than that, I really don't know. Nobody here remembers anything before early this morning." She stuck her gloved hands into her now-blackened jeans, belatedly aware that her legs beneath felt like they were badly sunburned. Her hands were fine; whatever the gloves were made of must have some kind of insulation.

Again her eyes strayed to the torn panel. "I had no idea I could do that," she murmured.

Scott had finally finished, although he looked tired now. She watched him, making sure he wasn't about to fall over, then she turned to May.

"May" she said quietly, then closed her eyes. She understood the words now, but she was trying to form them so that the others understood. Surely, if she could understand the words, she could SAY the words.

"May," the words then changed back to the common language of the Sebaceans... "You surprise me. John and me had a hit to the head, but you? Everyone? It's obviously not coincidence that noone remembers something."

May looked blank and Aeryn sighed, rolling her eyes.

Without thinking about it, her hand had rested instinctively on the butt of her gun and she turned to the Doctor, her eyes appealing to him for help.

(OOC: And now, that's me. It's been a very long week and I'm going to get some sleep! Feel free to NPC some of Aeryn, but I'll be back in the morning!)

"Wait, stop!" Ami took the man's arms gently in her hands and steadied him. She wasn't strong enough to force him to sit down, but she hoped that he was smart enough to realize he wasn't one hundred percent.

John spun his head to look at her, blinking at the wave of dizziness that washed over him when he did so. He staggered on his feet, swaying a little against her hands that gripped his upper arms. "Let me go," he tried in his best snarl, but his attempt to wrench his arms free only succeeded in making him sway more.

"He's my fiancé." She said that first, hoping to ward off the protective jealousy and convince the man to relax a bit.

John stopped trying to pull free of the woman as her words slowly sunk into his muddled brain. "Oh ..." he replied. He glanced over to where Aeryn was standing, the woman's fiance was doing something with a ball of glowing blue light. What was it with glowing balls of light, anyway? "Yeah good ... okay ..." he continued, nodding. He didn't know why he cared that that man wasn't actually hitting on Aeryn.

When she saw that she had his attention, she continued in her very distinctive British accent, "He's a healer. He only wants to help. He won't hurt her. We're friends."

John nodded a little, finally pulling his arms free of her hands. He took a small, unsteady step back away from her looking around through narrowed eyes. They appeared to be on a beach of some sort, waves rolled up onto the sand and behind them thick trees and underbrush seemed to cover the rest of the open space. John felt a pang of de-ja-vu, as though he had been to a place like this before or seen some place just like it.

Even shielded the man's doubt and distrust buffeted her. Ami resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She pushed the single errant lock of shock white hair out of her eyes and nudged an empathic push of comfort and understanding toward him as she continued, "Honestly, we're trying to help. Think about it. Why would we rescue you if we wanted to harm you? Wouldn't it have been easier to just let you burn to death or suffocate inside your craft?

"Please, sit down and let us help you and your . .. friend?"

John blinked and looked back at her, "Listen, lady, I have absolutely no idea what you would want to do to us. For all I know, you like the ingrediants of your stew fresh and not damaged. I'm going on instinct here, know what I mean? I'm all about the self-preservation thing."

He slowly lowered himself to the sand again, sitting back on his haunches and pressing a hand to the side of his head. He winced at the pain and feel of sticky wetness. "I don't know if she's my friend or not, I can't remember a damn thing and I don't know if you and the rest of your buds are responsible for that, but it's really annoying!"

He took his hand away from his head and squinted up at her, the bright sun not helping the pain in his head, "Who the hell are you anyway?"

Um... you're in the middle of the jungle. The location was changed in one of the earlier posts. No need to change anything. Just wanted to point that out. :)

Wow. I am absolutely batting a thousand today, aren't I? I am so sorry. I swear I'll get into the swing of things.

No apologies necessary. This thread is moving fast and you're brand new. We're just happy you're here!

I really appreciate that, thanks *^^*

It took Isabel a while longer than the others, but she arrived at the crash site just as Scott finished healing the arm of a black-haired woman with the glowing sphere he'd used on Isabel's feet. The sound of the crash had stirred something deep inside Isabel, pushing her weariness to the side for a while, although she could still feel it lurking as she approached the scene and was relieved to see that everything appeared to be under control, although it looked like there might be a forest fire if things were a bit drier.

She pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes and came up to Ami, who was being ranted at by an unfamiliar and rather battered looking man. She caught the last few words.

"I can't remember a damn thing and I don't know if you and the rest of your buds are responsible for that, but it's really annoying! Who the hell are you anyway?"

Nothing much strange about this man's accent. His method of arrival, though...

A spaceship?

Deciding not to interrupt the stranger's ranting, Isabel turned to study the spacecraft more closely. Not that she knew anything about them, but it was an interesting vehicle nonetheless.

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[Aeryn Sun] A crash and new arrivals.

[Scott] Let me through! I'm a doctor!

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[Aeryn] (Tags Mayday, Doctor and Scott plus anyone else who wants in!)

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[John]

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