The warning messages were silent at last, the last one frozen still on the cracked dashboard. A still intact light flickered in the cockpit, bathing it in a red glow. Trying to signal a warning to an event that had already long transpired. Ayla hung limply in her harness, tightly bound. Ayla was trying to regain her senses probably, her awareness fading in and out. She had managed to stay awake during the whole descent and crash, barely managing safe it from destruction. The effort it had taken to resist the massive G-forces pressing down on her while they cut through the atmosphere had drained her. She fumbled with her straps, unbuckling and promptly falling and crashing on what passed for the floor with her injured flank.<span style="color: green">"Fuck! Aaargh..shit..."</span>She tried to breathe, but couldn't get air in her lungs. The pain overwhelmed her senses and she faded out briefly.<br/><br/>When her awareness returned, things had changed in the shuttle. Ayla now heard signs and sounds of life behind her. She rolled onto her back, breathing deeply and trying hard to stay awake. She had trouble maintaining consciousness, pain and blood loss conspiring to drag her back in the darkness of oblivion. Focusing, Ayla tried to recall all that just happened to help her remain aware. Something in atmosphere had been short circuiting her controls, leaving her unable to properly account for the high gravity. She remembered struggling to save the shuttle, narrowly doing so before they bored into the ground. The next bits where hazy in her mind, but she recalled the escape shuttle rolling over the jungle floor, crashing through the local flora. She prayed the ammo case they dragged aboard had been properly strapped in, or more than a few unlucky marines would likely have been crushed by it.<br/><br/>Ayla was torn out of her quiet contemplations from her position on the wall-turned-floor by someone speaking to her. She groaned, focusing on the voice and trying to recognize the blurry figure in front of her.<span style="color: blue">"...-nding didn't abuse the sealant or your wound. How do you feel? Any issues from the expander? I think we might have to cobble together a transfusion, so I'm going to need to know your blood type and RH factor."</span>She blinked, her blood red eyes focusing on the woman in front of her, finally making out her features.<span style="color: green">"Ah...Sydney?"</span>She stared at the woman before finally realizing what she said.<span style="color: green">"Oh...sorry, I'm...dizzy. I'll get over it. I'm O positive, like all clones."</span>. Sydney said something else, but Ayla's concentration slipped. She just watched the medic return to the shuttle's passenger compartment. With a pained groan, Ayla pushed herself into a sitting position against the former floor and patiently waited. She stared at the others gathering themselves without really seeing.<span style="color: green">"Sh-shit, come on me. Don't slip asleep again, or you won't wake up for ages."</span>She muttered to herself.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>