<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/786589781341966338/89su4zNj.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Septimus Cortess (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269894.msg13313651#msg13313651)<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Expedint Devil</em>, Somewhere<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>0/0<strong>Soak:</strong>4<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>The fire extinguisher was old but still did its primary function and working in tandem with Miria they had the blazes which threatened them the most. He sensed there were flames in parts of the ship they could not get to, and he could only hope what ever systems the ship had would deal with them.  Miria was correct and it was time to strap in on the laws of physics which were true for any race or species would hold true and when the sip came to a sudden and violent stop, anything not strapped in would still be traveling at the same speed the ship was, till the slammed with bone crunching lethal force against the unyielding out bulkhead designed to keep the ships overall structural integrity.  Last Septimus checked, human flesh as to strong or more durable than durasteel.<br/><br/>Again Septimus moved with a speed of which was uncanny and he was in one of the crew chairs in the cockpit and strapped in before she was.  While the ship was old, it was not so much so Septimus was unfamiliar with it, having flown in the model a time or two when making deliveries for Victoria.  As such he knew the right way to secure himself for a rough landing, once more casting his thoughts to the wind, hoping beyond all hope if it was the Force with had a hand in all three coming together as they, this would not be the end of things.   Septimus relaxed himself in the now tight yet yielding confines of this seat.  There was no sense to tense up and end up straining or worse, tearing a muscle.  When in a crash like this, one flowed like a reed in the wind.  This was not Septimus first experience with a ship coming down in less than ideal conditions.  He hoped it would  not be the last.<br/><br/>The landing itself was...far better than he had hoped.  All in all the ship appeared to be intact and if an emergency happened likely could take off.  Travel beyond the atmosphere was problematic, and as Tina had said in her rundown of the ship, they would not get anywhere quick on sub-light engines only even if the ship could reach space.   While not a complete write off or a lost cause, if there was another means of getting off this planet Septimus would press hard for it.  The ship failed them one in a sense, but most of the blame for the action could be pinned on its previous owners and their critical neglect of the ship.   If they could find a means of repairing the ship to decent working order, Septimus would stay the course.<br/><br/>First they needed to find the means to either repair the ship or get off the planet, neither of which could be done where they were at.   Septimus looked about the ship to see if perchance their might be a spare rebreather for himself as well as he listened next to Miria and nodded his head at her suggestions.<strong>"Cargo bay might yield some answers we need before pressing forward.  It will at least have us better informed, and I never counted such as a disadvantage.  As for combat, I am fair with a plaster.  Not a crack shot but I can hit what I am aiming at.   My true skills are better with a..."</strong>Septimus paused for a moment before he shook his head before continuing on.<strong>"Well, guess it doesn't matter as a blaster is all I have.   So lets see why our cargo was trying to crash us since our troubles first started there, shall we?"</strong>