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