[Aeryn Sun] A crash and new arrivals.
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crossing_lostrp[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?
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[John]
Date: 2007-03-22 06:57 pm (UTC)John looked up as the figure in the front seat replied, her voice echoing dully inside the craft, accented slightly. He stopped fighting with the restraints long enough to squint through the haze and smoke to look at her. It seemed as though, for a moment, he had known who she was.
"I ... thought I did ..." he replied, his own voice thick with confusion. He took a moment to glance around before looking back at her again, black hair touseled around her face, a growing bruise on one cheek and dark eyes that held a hint of brave defiance.
He shook his head a little and went back to struggling with the damned restraints. "Seems to me like we should know each other, know what I mean, seeing as how we're in a ship together. Unless, you know, you kidnapped me or something in which case this is my big chance to escape." He looked up, squinting around the small cabin, "Although, I have no idea where I would escape to"
He managed to get the restraint unlatched and he fell gracelessly from his seat, landing in a pile against one of the side walls of the shuttle. "Ow," he stated, slowly pushing himself up to a kneeling position. He glanced toward the figure in the front of the craft again, "John," he said to her by way of introduction, "John Crichton ... I'm guessing that I'm pleased to meet you ...?"
[Mayday]
Date: 2007-03-22 08:03 pm (UTC)As she came closer, she heard rattling noises and something that sounded like voices. A human voice. Someone was shouting, but she didn't understand the words. A call for help? It didn't sound panicky, but there was still a sense of urgency.
What the hell was she going to do, though, tear a door off? The craft was probably too hot to touch, and the smoke was making her eyes water. She pulled out the strip of cloth she'd found in her bag earlier - presumably makeshift bandages - and used it to cover her mouth as she stepped to the side, out of the path of the wind where the smoke was less thick.
The shouting had stopped, but she could still hear indistinct voices from within. "Hello?" she shouted, in spite of herself. "Is someone in there? Are you all right?"
A normal person would be hightailing it back to the bunker right now. But May was starting to realize she probably wasn't that normal.