Andrea continued her banging on the metal. Pilot girl wasn't waking up. Her banging grew more frantic, fueled by fear. They had already lost Casanova, they couldn't lose another one so soon. Through the fogginess of her vision she saw a dark shape emerge in the corner of her eye. Immediately her thoughts went to Locust, crawling in the dark, taking life. Her banging grew even more hurried until the figure emerged from the shadows, revealing itself to be James. She sighed in relief as he gave her a thumbs up. She spotted the grievous wound on his arm and winced. That was nasty, she was extremly lucky for getting out of that crash mostly unscathed.<br/><br/>Suddenly she heard laughter. It was chilling to say the least. She visibly shivered, hoping that the crash had only damaged her physical selves, leaving their minds intact. A crazy squadmate was way more dangerous than a dead one. The laughing's volume went down as the medic seemed to start getting her bearings. She turned around to see her limping over to the cockpit. A pointed finger was aimed at her.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Magenta">You! Go see if the Mr. Unconscious is okay. I'll check on the two in the cockpit. Let me know how banged up he is and if he has any serious injuries that need tending.</span>"<br/><br/>Andrea nodded and limped over to her fallen captain. His helmet was damaged, the lights usually indicating its being powered on were dead. She leaned in, trying to see if she could hear any breathing or other noise. She heard his pained growling before letting out yet another sigh of relief. If he died, their morale would have died alongside him.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkRed">Ugh, I wish I still thought I was dead and gone to heaven. I thought you were a angel at first standing there.</span>"<br/><br/>A faint smile appeared under her re-breather. Still making wisecracks despite the situation. He may not be as serious as her but there was something about that didn't make her want to respond with her usual acid responses. Maybe it was him, maybe it was their situation, who knows. Andrea stayed at his side as he struggled to try and sit up but ultimately fail. A pang of sympathy shot through her.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkRed">Hey, Andrea, can you help me with this helmet, it is a piece of trash now and I can barely see anything through it, it's not working.</span>"<br/><br/>Andrea sprung to life. She hesitantly placed her hands around his dead helmet, feeling the indent where a stone or something had hit it. "<span style="color: RoyalBlue">Umm, This'll prolly hurt captain.</span>", she said softly as she pulled off his helmet. Each jerk of the helmet sent a static shock of fear in her. She hoped she wasn't hurting him too bad. With the helmet off, he took to shouting.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkRed">Report, Who is still kicking?</span>"<br/><br/>She looked back at the medic who was working with the pilot and James. They all seemed to be alright despite the wounds. The sound of a chainsaw bayonet brought Andrea shakily to her feet. She unhooked her own Lancer from her back and aimed it at the sound before seeing it to be the pilot playing around with her Lancer. The normal scowl descended upon her face, hidden by her re-breather, as she jogged over to the pair.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Hey Doc, unless you think we can help the sergeant by sucking his dick you might wanna get over here.</span>"<br/><br/>Her scowl deepened. "<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>How vulgar.</i></span>" She stood still, her nerves still shaken by the pilot's chainsaw. Andrea looked over her weapon quickly, looking for any damage before determining it to be in good enough condition to fire. Her weapon remained in her hands as she looked over their surroundings, determining its safety. "<span style="color: RoyalBlue">C'mon medic. We need ta get movin' soon. If we get trapped here, we're screwed."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>