<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/Jacheader.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Jacqueline Marx<br/>Location:</strong>Zeon GAW Carrier Crash Site<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>The alert was what woke Jac from her nap on the pile of unfinished paperwork, the papers that littered her desk almost as soft of as her military-issued pillow. She groaned as her chocolate eyes blinked up, whipping the glasses of her face. falling asleep with those things on was always a terrible idea.<strong>"I really need to disable the speaker in here..."</strong>She grumbled, giving her eyes a good rub down. But when the announcement finally registered with her, those dark orbs shot open and she froze. Abandon ship? Were they serious? The support truck commander was out of her seat in a flash, her adrenaline pumping as she rushed out of the tiny locker of an office.<br/><br/>Running to the cargo bay, she wasn’t surprised to see it a mad house, bodies everywhere running for this or that, mobile suits launching out of the hold. Her mind was racing to catch up and suddenly Jac’s stomach fell as her gaze caught the sight out of the window. Smoke plumed from the engines and the descent they were one was a fast one.<em>Think, think!</em>Every reaction that touched her mind was impossible. She wasn’t going to be able to insure anything survived this crash, even herself with how quickly they were descending.<br/><br/>But she sure as hell was going to try.<br/><br/>Spinning on her heels, Jac run out of the cargo bay. Jumping out of the carrier crossed her mind, but with the fires, smoke, and gunfire, her chances of survival were just as good in the carrier as they were out without a mobile suit. Racing down the halls of the deck, she decided it was best to strap herself in for the ride and pray to whatever deity or almighty force might be out there watching over her. Heavy boots slammed against the deck floor as she rushed through, opposite most of the rest of the crew. Orders were being shouted over heads of where to go, but Jac pushed by, knowing exactly where she wanted to be. The door to one of the communication centers slid open, red lights flashing the alert to leave and she rushed to one of the seats. Belting herself in tightly, she bent at the waist and covered her head with her arms. As if that would protect her from anything falling.<strong>"I'm not dying here."</strong>she said, her tone defiant. She simply refused.<br/><br/>The beeping alert started to sound the ground was quickly encroaching on them and she braces herself for impact. The moment the nose of the carrier crashed into the ground, Jac was jostled about in the seat, straining the belt that strapped her in. Steel and circuitry crumbled around her, sparks threatening to ignite, the screeching cries of the carrier drowning everything else out. As the carrier skipped like a rock on a smooth ponds surface, Jac was bounced about like a pinball and the sheer force knocked her head against the console. Her body sagged as she fell unconscious as the carrier still slid across the Earth, pulling up dirt and trees with it.