<strong>PFC Yui Sakuraba - 1st Squad</strong><br/><br/><em>VEEEP VEEEP VEEEP VEEEP VEEEP</em><br/><br/>Fucking alarm.<em>No shit, we're crashing</em>, I thought ... except there wasn't time to think. One second, I was holding onto a landing strap, waiting for touchdown. The next, I felt like I'd been hit in the side with a sledgehammer. I realized that I was smashed up against an emergency airlock, crumpled on the deck floor in a heap, somehow still holding onto most of my gear ... and I could feel heat. And smell bacon ... no, not bacon. I'd been a flamethrower operator long enough to know exactly what<em>that</em>smell was.<br/><br/>"Fuck," I muttered. I managed to get up on my feet, then immediately leaned over and hurled. And let me tell you, throwing up with a meal that's been sitting in your stomach through however many days of cyro sleep we'd been under - not pretty. Cursing, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand ... and that's when I got a little scared. Throwing up like that, usually Gizmo or Rome would be busy mocking me a couple of seconds later, calling me a wimp or a pussy and telling me to let real men handle the situation. And I'd tell them to go fuck themselves, and they'd just tease me more. But I didn't hear them. I didn't hear anything but the sizzle of sparks, the creaking of shattered metal, and the sounds of the wounded. Hoses fell down from the ceiling panels above, spewing coolant with a loud hiss, and I ducked out of the way, making my way up towards the front of the compartment.<br/><br/>I heard Sergeant O'Shay, and then Senjo. "HERE!" I yelled. I ran up next to Sarge, just happy to see a friendly that was still breathing ... and then I saw Gizmo, covered in blood. And I think I saw half his brain on the floor next to him.<br/><br/>"Shit, shit, SHIT!" I yelled. I slammed my first against the wall. I wanted to cry ... but I didn't.<em>Don't be a pussy</em>, I could hear Gizmo saying to me.<br/><br/>I grabbed what I could of Gizmo's gear and my own, and started dragging them towards what was left of the exit ramp.