[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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Re: [Ami]
Date: 2007-03-23 02:20 pm (UTC)"Can you hear me?" she called, hoping beyond hope that there was someone out there that could help.
She winced as the noise cut through her throbbing head and glanced apologetically at John. "Sorry..." she whispered
John grunted, closing his eyes a moment as her voice rang around the small interior of the craft. "Yeah .. no problem. Not the first time a woman hasn't listened to me." He wasn't sure how he knew that, but for some reason it seemed to be very true. And there was a nagging belief that perhaps it was this same woman who rarely listened to him.
The reinforced glass of the cockpit took a moment at high sonic resonance before it shattered.
John shouted in alarm as the glass in the front of the craft shattered, raining reinforced glass down inside. He staggered back from the twisted metal he had been tugging on, putting a hand across his face and eyes. "Aeryn, are you alright up there? Can you answer me? Aeryn?"
He moved his hand from in front his eyes and took a step back toward the debris again, he had no idea if the voices he heard outside of the craft were friends or foes. What if they were hostile and only intended on getting them out of this craft so they could put them in some kind of big pot and stew them up. "Aeryn!" he called, yanking at the metal debris. They may have been strangers, but they were strangers together inside this craft.
She didn't notice the ripples of crackling energy that discharged in the air around her and the craft. All she noticed was the man, his awareness, his physical location and the sudden, jarring shift when he was no longer in the craft, but materializing out of the air on his back, resting gently on the soft wild grasses a few feet away from the metallic oven.
John didn't even have a chance to make a sound of surprise. One moment he was inside the craft and the next moment he was lying on his back on what felt like sand. He flailed and rolled onto his side and then pushed to his knees, sand flying around him. He looked around wildly, confused and a little more than panicky. The first thing he saw was a gangly teenager sitting on her knees a few feet in front of him, and behind her, the twisted burning wreckage of the craft he must have been in.
"What ... the hell ...?"
[OOC : holy cats, I need to check LJ more often, ne? I had no idea the game moved so quickly!]