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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?
[John]
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?"
OOC
Re: OOC
Re: OOC
Re: OOC
[Isabel]
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.