crossing_lostrp | [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.

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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?

Current Mood: accomplished

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From:

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After lunch had been cleaned up, May had become increasingly antsy in the bunker, so after a change of clothes and an examination of her things had managed to get outside. She didn't know why, but she just felt completely stir-crazy. The desire to climb, to get up high and stretch her muscles had become nearly impossible to ignore as the day wore on.

She had only been outside for ten minutes when that buzzing feeling in the back of her neck exploded, instincts screaming at her that something was very wrong. May looked up to see something huge streaking down towards the trees, directly towards her.

Without thinking, she jumped to the side - farther than she ever expected to go, actually launching herself above the canopy as she did so and getting well clear of the falling object just as it bounced off the canopy and plowed into the earth, smashing through the trees like they were toothpicks. May landed on a tree branch and clung to it as the tree rocked, but did not fall, from the ensuing shockwave.

And then, everything was still.

She hesitated a second, wondering if she should go back to the bunker. And do what? Hide? The very idea seemed to go totally against her nature. The same gut instinct that told her to go outside was drawing her towards the craft, telling her to go check it out. It wasn't as if everyone else on watch hadn't seen the thing land - and what if someone had been hurt?

Decision made, she turned and vaulted from tree to tree, barely even noticing her own acrobatics as she made her way towards the smoking hulk of metal in the trees.

((OOC: She'll get there when Aeryn wakes up considering how fast she is, but I'm stopping here for John's reaction. Didn't want to step on toes, I'll just be MIA for a few hours after this and wanted to get her on the scene.))

From:

magicalelf.livejournal.com

The first thing that John realized upon slowly regaining consciousness was that he was upside down. Or close to being upside down. And second was that his head hurt, alot. He blinked his eyes open with a low groan reaching up to hold the side of his head, pulling his hand away when he felt something wet and sticky. There was the faint hiss and popping of electrical circuits still searching for their connections and the acrid smell of electrical smoke.

She [Aeryn] 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.

John blinked his eyes a few more times, trying to pull his world back into focus. There were sounds coming from the seat in front of him, the seat Aeryn had been sitting in. He shifted in his own seat, confusion and pain making it hard to think and put coherant thoughts into play. What the hell had happened and where they hell were they?

"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!!!"

Aeryn's voice richocheted off the interior of the vessel, making John wince. "Frell, woman, acoustics," he barked, shifting and trying to find the restraints that were keeping him tied firmly to the seat. "Stop shouting in such an enclosed space, you're making my head hurt worse than it already is. What the hell happened? I thought you were supposed to be a damned pilot."

From:

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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 ...?"

She looked at the man and winced in sympathy as he fell from the seat to the ground. Somehow, someway, the shuttle had twisted in the centre, which was why she was still upright.

He was still watching her, so she nodded in acknowledgement of his name. "Aeryn..." she murmered, then frowned. "I .. think Crichton did you say?" She shook her head, then it sounded like someone was close to the wreckage and yelling in.

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?"

The words were somewhat familiar, but it was as if the tatters of her dream had invaded for a moment. Aeryn frowned, trying to make sense of the words, but couldn't. "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.

(OOC: I just remembered, they have Translator Microbes, so I'm going to say that they needed time to adjust to the human language because John hasn't spoken it in a while and because of the effects of the island, if that's OK? Still doesn't mean Aeryn can remember how to speak English, though...)

From:

purplerhino.livejournal.com

"No, we seriously doubt it's a coincidence." The Doctor's grin faded a bit. "And I have to admit to being a bit surprised it's affected you as well. We all woke up without memories of who we are this morning. But there are signs pointing to something less than friendly about it."

The Doctor handed Scott a banana. “Good for refueling. Great source of potassium. You might want to drink something as well.” He wished he could get a better view of what the younger man had done. It was amazing.

The Doctor noted the now healed pilot’s hand go to her blaster. It was instinctive, and no doubt brought comfort. "Try not to shoot anyone out of hand, alright?" He motioned to her co-pilot. "I'm gonna check his injuries, if you feel better tagging along and watching." He shrugged. He made it plain no one was going to try to disarm her... yet.

It was vaguely possible these two were plants placed by whoever erased their memories in the first place. But then, why bother? No one would remember someone just walking in this morning. This was a tad overdramatic to place a plant at this stage.

"And after that... May, I know my disk thingy will work on your legs. You look like you have some first maybe even second degree burns from you latest acrobatics."

The Doctor crossed to stand in front of the dark haired man. He had a bruise at his hairline.

“I’m gonna check for a concussion, alright? I can take care of that bruise at least.” He waved the penlike diagnostic tool in front of the man. The blue light at the end shone over the bruise, and a slight, humming noise came from it. “Mild concussion. Skull’s intact.”

::OOC: There was no Chris on the Doctor’s ID. It’s the name he and Rose came up with (as it’s the actors)::

From:

purplerhino.livejournal.com

After dropping Tara off at their shared room, and leaving her to go through her things in relative privacy with Pearl asleep, Molly had come on the mass exodus with cries of plane crash.

Now that the smoldering was out, she looked up at the trees ad shivered. They were hurt. At least one possibly mortally.

The petite redhead brushed a tendril behind her pointed ears and left the people to those who knew how to help them. As for her, she climbed the nearest damaged tree and stroked it's rough bark. Her hand tracing the sharp splinters of the first broken limb.

"Poor thing." Molly felt something stir in the pit of hr stomach. There was a gathering of strength that had nothing to do with muscle and bone. At the trunk, where a dark scorch from the craft was marked, the wood bound together, correcting the damage, and the broken limb twisted, forming a knot bare of bark.

Molly swayed but felt a thrill of exhilaration. She had a weird talent beyound havig pointy ears.

From:

magicalelf.livejournal.com

John glanced off to the side as Aeryn wandered away from the gathered crowd. Something tugged at him, seeing her wrap her arms around herself and sink down to the jungle floor. He winced as the dark-haired doctor activated his glowly blue ball, the buzzing hum setting his nerves on edge. But he had to admit, whatever it was, it worked. Or seemed to anyway. The throbbing mass of pain in his head diminished signifigantly and he didn't feel like he was going to keel over and vomit at any moment. Which was always a good thing.

He dabbed at the sticky remainder of drying blood on the side of his head and nodded at the man. "Hey thanks, that actually feels better than I thought it would."

He looked over toward Aeryn again and with a small nod to the crowd started to walk toward her, "Excuse me, I should .. you know .. probably go and .. talk to her, or something."

John made his way slowly toward her, crouching down beside her. "You okay?" he asked softly. He tilted his head a little so he could look over at her, there was something about her that tugged at him, a part of him that remembered holding her. He had no idea where that came from, probably from the blow he had taken to the head, but it was a feeling he just couldn't shake and so he reached out and put a gentle hand on her arm.