(working on scenery)<br/><br/>JC continues down her rope, examining what was once a neutral city with mixed inhabitants, equally human and inhuman. It was a wintery town at the edge of the massive crater to the south. Otherwise, it appeared to be either labor day, or evacuated. The building she repelled down for instance was empty with offices neatly arranged, adorned with a variety of knick-knacks from mixed sources. Then at least she can blend in as a civilian. Perhaps go AWOL for a few years. And on the way down, she took notes on the crash sites. The first was the one lodged in the hundredth floor, the pilot center for her ship. Farther into the city lay three chunks of her ship, each one with one or two troops in the cylindrical sections.<br/><br/>However, the human ship came down in one piece, after shaking the loose two drop pods off. And there was no helping the fact that Nikolai and Bright stood below her on the streets. The only difference was that she had altitude advantage. Perhaps, JC envisioned, she could pass off as a pregnant civilian.