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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?
[Doctor]
"The writing on it is basic English. I don't suppose NASA would be tracking you?" There wasn't much in the way of real hope there. Because some of the parts in the controls were NOT standard issue. "We're from a plane crash. According to the records we found we've been here a month, with no sign of rescue. So a nice NASA homing tranciever would be very good news."
[Scott]
Ami slipped her hand in his when Scott stopped beside her. /Feeling better?/
/Some,/ Scott replied. /I think I need more food and some sleep./ The thought of sleep led to thoughts of bed and Ami. Scott deliberately distracted himself by looking at the knot on the newcomer's head. "Do you want me to take a look at that?"
* I figured that Aeryn would go check on John.
[John]
John looked from the cute blond that had spoken to him to the man with the ears and the lilting accent. He tilted his head a little as he gazed at the man, studying him quietly with curious, slightly suspicious, blue eyes. "I'm a very friendly guy when you get to know me, Mr. Man," he replied with a sardonic half-smile. "I'm the life of the party when you get a few drinks into me, so you'll have to pardon me if I'm not exactly in a chipper mood. Sudden decents into unknown territories sometimes does that to me, ya know?"
"The writing on it is basic English. I don't suppose NASA would be tracking you?" There wasn't much in the way of real hope there. Because some of the parts in the controls were NOT standard issue. "We're from a plane crash. According to the records we found we've been here a month, with no sign of rescue. So a nice NASA homing tranciever would be very good news."
John squinted over at the spacecraft and back at the man and shook his head a little, instantly regretting it when a wave of vertigo washed over him. He put a hand to the side of his head with a small groan. But damn he hated concussions. Somehow, he knew this wasn't his first one. He frowned a little and looked back up at the man. "NASA? I ... no ... I don't ... think so ..." letters floated in and out of his fuddled memory. "Not NASA ... something ... International ... something. Dammit, why the hell can't I remember anything?"
"Do you want me to take a look at that?"
John, still frowning as he tried to figure out what the hell the letters floating around inside his head meant, looked over at the one who had helped Aeryn. "What? Oh ... uh, yeah sure, I guess ... if you think you can do anything about it." Then, almost as an afterthought he added, "thanks."
[Aeryn]
"John, calm down." she said with a gentle smile. She was all too aware of Winnona (a match to her own gun) in the holster he wore and she didn't really want him to get upset enough to draw.
"Listen to me, I think they want to help, I don't think they're gonna shoot us out of hand."
"Do you want me to take a look at that?"
John, still frowning as he tried to figure out what the hell the letters floating around inside his head meant, looked over at the one who had helped Aeryn. "What? Oh ... uh, yeah sure, I guess ... if you think you can do anything about it." Then, almost as an afterthought he added, "thanks."
"See?" She couldn't help but touch his shoulder gently, then she moved away while the others started to help.
As she moved slightly away from the group, she found that she was wrapping her arms around herself, hugging herself to try and bring reassurance. She had the terrible feeling that someone was missing, but she couldn't feel what or who. She sighed, crouching on the ground and noticing with a vague thought that the scorch mark she'd left on landing... well, crashing, really... had gone on for only a short distance.
As she crouched there, reality started to sink in and it was there, with her back to the others crowding around John, that a single tear escaped the iron fist of her will and slid down her cheek.