<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Wednesday, January 15th - 3:00 PM</strong></span><br/><em>Outside in training yard</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcSSukJ0m-u5hsqNPRsbgYzogOe0boymuZUnVBYARsoJtjtWZ8_o)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Xidora Zynara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15308777#msg15308777)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>white spacesuit that is skin tight.<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>crashing<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>This is open to everyone, I will give it at least a week before I respond, to give everyone who wants in time to respond. :)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Everyone, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Xidora hissed as sparks shot out of the consoles, as she tried to control the plummeting scout ship.  Whatever had attacked them had damaged their wing surfaces.  Engineer was not responding to calls.  Communications and sensors were out, she only had basic visual sensors working and they were going much too fast for any kind of clean landing.  The heat was building up from their uncontrolled entry into the planet's atmosphere, fortunately her body was adjusting, hopefully the others were alright too.  She couldn't go look, she was locked into the pilot's chair, enclosed for safefly.  If she was taken out then no one had a chance of living.  There was no response from co-pilot either, it was up to her to land their ship as safely as possible, for any hope of them surviving.  Alarms blared warning of decompression, but at the rate they were descending, that wouldn't be a problem and their bodies would adjust to whatever atmosphere there was.  With her wing surfaces damaged, control of her flight path was minimum, she was air braking as much as possible to slow them down, but the wings were breaking up under the heat and pressure.  She was heading towards a desert, with little in the way of life, at least she wasn't going to kill any natives as she crashed.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The occupants of the Cathedral were in the middle of combat training in the yard when there was a flash of light in the air.  As they looked up, they saw a glowing, burning ball shape falling out of the sky.  Whatever kind of flying vehicle it was, the pilot was barely in control and the ship was definitely going to land hard.  In less than a minute, the burning ship arrived over the Cathedral, everyone could finally hear the roar and booms of minor explosions as it slowed below the speed of sound.  The pressurve wave pushed them toward the ground as parts fell off the shape, scattering along its flight path.  In moments the ships flight path had taken it below the horizon, followed by a boom as it hits the ground.  A second pressure wave follows the explosion, pushing a sandstorm in front as the pressure wave passes over the Cathedral, rattling the large mansion and all the smaller buildings around it.  Then there was silence.