<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>"You're ok, Karra? I doubt we will get a recommendation for this job. Looks like we just turned some millions into worthless scrap."</span> Tom sounded distant to her as she became aware of the world around her once more. The foam that was supposed to encase them had come a minute too late for Karra at impact and she had managed to get a rather nasty bump on her head. She groaned, bringing her hand up to steady her dizzy mind. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Yeah, yeah. Just freakin' fantastic..."</span> she mumbled. <br/><br/>She took a breath while Tom checked the controls. Tom seemed amazed by whatever was outside, so she decided to take a gander, wincing at the light. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Holy shit..."</span> she muttered under her breath. <span style="color: #FF8000">"Still no contact to ground control? And no GPS signal? Let another check routine run over the comm and navigation module,"</span> Tom commanded, Karra gave an exasperated sigh, <span style="color: #80BF00">"But Tom, we've done that already and it didn't work!"</span> Tom replied swiftly, his voice stern, <span style="color: #FF8000">"I know that we did it twice in the last hour. Just do it, Karra. There's not a lot we can do, other than that. The mayday signal is emitted automatically, but if we have no communication..."</span> Karra reached forward to do as she was told. Again, nothing. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Tom, seriously, I think we are more than just a little fucked right now,"</span> she said finally, the dull thud of her head making it exhausting just to even think. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Let us get some first impressions before we inform our passengers. Somehow I fear that our civilian guests will not be very happy. I see no hotel near and far..."</span> Karra looked out the cockpit windows again at Tom's words. She gave a laugh, though it was more hopeless than anything, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Tom, there isn't shit out here. We've landed in the middle of some freaking Jurassic park. What kind of trees are those anyway? Whatever, it doesn't matter. You're right...we better check this out before we let the civilians anywhere near outside."</span><br/><br/>With that Karra stood, though she had to steady herself for a moment as the world began to right itself once more. She probably had a concussion she realized. She checked the bump on her head, wincing when her fingers touched the wound. She pulled her hand away only to see blood. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Great. Just fan-fucking-tastic. Of course the foam would be late for me...of course..."</span></div>