~<strong>Enio Pellegrini: Just after the crash. </strong>~<br/><br/>* * *<br/>Enio felt reluctant to move at all for a full 20 minutes. Only then he could feel his body shake and tremble from the easing of adrenaline rush of earlier. He remained hanging against the highest part of corridor wall, unwilling to give up the place which obviously had saved his life. His breath became heavy and only after ten minutes or so stabilised again. He was alive indeed, but around him only destruction reigned.<br/><br/>A substantial part of his mixture of terror and wonder was the building, or the ruin, outside. He just couldn't get his eyes away from it and the opening on the wall and the alignment of the torn layers of the ship's hull allowed a partial view, most of it, but yet not the entire thing. It was alien, of this there was no doubt. No human designed shapes like that. No humans had been on this place before. This planet then... it was not theirs to claim for they now were the intruders, they were the aliens in this world. What would humans do if suddenly a non human spaceship came down crashing on Victoria Crater on Mars? Would they themselves welcome the aliens waving flowers at them or guns at them? Probably the later.<br/><br/>But the place was quiet. No visible activity of it, or around it and Enio was able to find consolation of this fact. But there was no point any more into remaining hanging spiderlike on the wall. He slowly moved his limbs, being careful to make as little sound as possible and finally crawled down on the battered floor. He checked himself and the readouts of the left arm instruments. And it was now the time for the next question: Was he the only one alive from the crash? It was possible but he thought and wished for it to be unlikely. The rear of the Exodius had to be in a better shape than where he was. He openened all possible comunication channels in every frequency and with a meek voice spoke: "H.. hello. Is anyone hearing this? Can anyone pick this transmission? Hello... hello... somebody... anybody, respond now!"<br/><br/>Like before, trying to make as little sound as possible, he cleared his way little by little to the door towards the rear of the ship. If 'they' were out there, he didn't want to be found, just not yet.