Riptide's vision blurred back into picture his head hurt and thronged he guessed his head hit part of the bulkhead as they crashed. He reached up to his helmet for his com.<br/>"Roll call." He commanded. Only two got back to him. A guard and the pilot.<br/>"Injury report" he then commanded.<br/>"A little shaken but alright here Sir." The guard replied. The pilot didn't respond.<br/>"Pilot?" Riptide called again. The pilot seemed to be in tears.<br/>"I... I can't feel... Its my legs Sir they are stuck under the control panel. I can't move." The soldier stated.<br/>"Its alright soldier I'm coming." He turned to the guard<br/>"Check the perimeter." The guard nodded then made his way out of the helicopter. Riptide then headed up to the pilot. He was shocked to see what happened. The control panel had managed to love itself into the pilots thighs. Apon further inspection he knew that if he moved the pilot the pilot would bleed out. Riptide then turned on open coms to get to any nearby friendly forces.<br/>"This is Red Paw 4 Riptide escort. Reporting a may day. Need critical assistance. Any friendly's near by please respond."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Sent from my VS415PP using Tapatalk