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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?
Re: [John]
She turned and stepped away from him slightly, out of his reach. "Don't" she warned, "you're right, let's see if there's some place for us to clean up. Separately."
Then she paused, thoughtful. "How do you speak their language AND mine?"
[John]
John felt a small tremor run through her, very slight, barely a movement against his fingers. It made him want to leave his hand resting gently against her lower back. He didn't know exactly why, but he felt strangely protective of her, even though she looked quite capable of taking care of herself. She could probably dismember him without too much hassle.
She turned and stepped away from him slightly, out of his reach. "Don't" she warned, "you're right, let's see if there's some place for us to clean up. Separately."
The moment vanished and John drew his hand back, folding his arms across his chest. "I didn't do anything," he pointed out to her, "but yeah you're right, I'll stop. I come in peace and all that."
Then she paused, thoughtful. "How do you speak their language AND mine?"
John frowned, thinking about it. "I ... have no idea, to be honest. It just seems that ... I know it. They both ... sound the same to me and I don't know I'm going from one to the other." He turned confused blue eyes to her, "It's ... almost as if, and I know this is going to sound super frelling odd but ... it's almost as if ... I know you. You know? Like ... " he sighed and shook his head, "Never mind, it's stupid. Come on, let's go."
He turned and started to walk back to the others.
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