<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 15th - 3:00pm</strong></span><br/><em>Training Yard &gt; Crash Site</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://img.discogs.com/FiP3LlzfCZUXH3OKK_fNO6GRA2s=/600x745/smart/filters:strip_icc():format(jpeg):mode_rgb():quality(90)/discogs-images/A-2796262-1412178013-1149.jpeg.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>WHO:</strong> Kaine Brooks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15291877#msg15291877)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Open Hawaiian Shirt, Cargo Shorts, Boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong> Training &gt; Rescue Op<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Antigone, Xidora, Open</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> The inside of the ship was like a scene out of a sci-fi horror flick. Sparks hissed and popped everywhere, while acrid smoke rose up from damaged and broken machinery and circuits. Electrical fires were starting to break out, and whatever hadn't been bolted down was strewn about the corridor and first rooms he passed like debris after a storm. "Hello?! Hell-ach!" The thick smoke was beginning to seep into his lungs, causing him to heave and lean over to spit out a big glob that had gotten stuck in his throat. <br/><br/>"I'm gonna die from inhalation before I help anyone at this rate. Hmmm. Okay, let's try that." He backed up to the entryway again, and took a very deep breath. When he blew it out, the compressed wind blasted forward like a cannon, dispersing all the smoke and pushing bits and bobs aside. For the moment at least, he could see, and he could breathe. That meant he could work. He couldn't rush this job, as he didn't want to miss anybody. So he went from room to room, pacing himself, but working with expediency. When he found his first victim, he noticed her green skin and white hair.<br/><br/> He thought he saw her breathing, but it was sadly only death spasms. Her corpse was twitching witha large piece of jagged metal sticking out of her side. "Rest in peace, sister." Each room he searched, every corridor he went down, it was just more of the same. Wreckage, carnage, and corpses. He gave each body he found a quick little prayer in his head, but never stopped moving. He couldn't help the dead, and the possibility that <em>someone</em> had survived spurred him on.<br/><br/> He finally stopped when he found the top half of a woman, and a malfunctioning door kept slamming up and down on where her waist had been, while he could see glimpses of her legs everytime it rose and a pool of green blood slowly trickling out. He sucked his teeth against his lips and tried to maintain his focus. Flashbacks of the Eclipse were starting to assault him, and he saw injuries just as horrible as this, and worse. Good friends dead just like this. He stood still for nearly two whole minutes, lost in his own memories before the soft, constant, rhythmic tap of something against metal caught his attention. <br/><br/>There was too much of a pattern for it to be a piece of something banging against something else, so the only thing he could think of was a survivor. "Hello? Hello!?! HEY!! KEEP BANGIN'!! I'LL FIND YOU!!! DON'T WORRY!!" He doubted whoever was left spoke English, or if they had a translator, it was probably busted. But almost everyone responded to *sound*, no matter what it was. So if they heard something loud and getting closer, he hoped they would respond. <br/><br/>The noise lead him to what he assumed was the cockpit, as the ship didn't seem to be setup too differently from what humans had. When he finally got to the door, the banging was clearly coming from just on the other side. "Hey. You okay in there? Don't worry, I'ma get you out, and get you some help. I promise." He pressed the button on the wall, and wasn't surprised when the door didn't move an inch. "Fuck. Of course it's not easy," he grumbled. <br/><br/>"Fuck it." He didn't have any more time to waste, so he reached down and pulled his arm back, then jabbed his outstretched fingers under the blast door, bending the metal where they pushed under. Once his thumb touched metal, he curled his fingers on the other side to get a good grip, then stood up, pushing the door up with him, and then he just kept pushing until it groaned into it's slot above the doorway.<br/><br/> He looked around as he stepped through, then kneeled down when he saw the green-skinned woman leaning on the wall. She looked pretty banged up, and had a nasty cut on her head that was leaking blood. "Stay with me. Help is here," he said with a soft, yet firm tone while leaning down and reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder. He wasn't sure what she was or if she could understand him, but he didn't want her to attack him. So he waited a few moments to see if she was coherent, but was looking her over and then gently scooped her up into his arms.<br/></span><br/>