<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://i.imgur.com/tWJNkFK.jpg)</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 slowly came to, green blood leaking out of the tear in her scalp, sliding down her face and blocking vision out of one of her eyes.  Groaning, her entire body feeling like someone had taken a hammer and tenderized every inch of her body.  Everything was blurry, her thoughts slow and unfocused as she flopped one of her hands against her chest, trying to release the crash restraints.  It took several tries before she hit the release button.  She flinched as a spark went off close to her face, as she tried to get up.  Rolling away from the sparking something, she rolled out the piloting chair and promptly crashed to the floor.  Her sense of balance completely off, her muscles abused and refusing to support her weight.<br/><br/><strong>"AArrgghhh...kkeackkk!!"</strong>she cursed as pain exploded all over her body.  Her entire body screaming in pain as she slowly crawled, inch by inch to the door, she panted as she leaned against it, trying to suppress the pain.  Repeating to herself, over and over like a mantra in her native tongue, something she is obviously using to motivate herself to keep moving.<strong>"hiss.... kkeackkk!!"</strong>She cursed in pain as she forced her hand to reach over her head, slapping at the control panel, trying to get the door open.  Cursing, as the door to the pilot chamber didn't open, praying there was still power flowing to the door.<br/><br/>Anyone searching through the ship will hear a weak slapping against metal.  The air is very thick and hard to breath, there was hissing of unknown gasses, electrical panels giving off weak sparks, the smell of something burning suffuses the area.   There was smoke slowly coming from different compartments, indicating that things were on fire and getting worse.  Several bodies of green skinned women would be encountered the deeper anyone searched, some of the women having been cut in half by flying debris, bodies bent in half the wrong way indicating that spines had been shattered.