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ten_fwd2014-08-02 09:59 pm
tanteiotaku) wrote in ten_fwd2014-08-02 09:59 pm
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Problems of the U // Team 9's Feeling Fine!
The last place he wanted to be when the earth shook like that was underground. But maybe, just maybe, after that first shake that was all they were in for.
It was not to be. As the world came down around them, he ducked and covered his head. Through the dust and falling rocks, he didn't see that fairly sizable stone coming down toward him. He let out a shout of pain when it made impact. He rolled over onto his side and scrambled away from the rock, in case more were coming. Fortunately, it was a glancing blow. A stone that size could have hurt him a lot worse if it had hit him squarely.
He stayed curled up until the shaking stopped, and the last pebbles settled. He patted his vest. It didn't seem like anything critical had been damaged.
Time to see how the others had fared. He called out to the room at large. "Oi--ow!" he wrapped his arm around his chest. Okay, that really hurt. The black of his vest and pants was muted by the settling dust as he pushed himself to his feet. "Everyone alright?"
He had someone else to check on, too. He pulled out the Stag Phone, jabbed a button and put it to his head. He was rewarded with a loud, shrill shriek and he jerked it from his head. Okay, that was weird. He started pushing pseudo memories into it, the flying blue Bat Shot, and the skittering yellow Spider Shock. "Go find anyone else in trouble," he told them.
While he did that, he experimented a bit with breathing in a way that wasn't painful while he looked around the smaller space that had been the large main room. Nothing but rocks. He took a few steps around the rock that had wounded him. "Anyone else out there?"
It was not to be. As the world came down around them, he ducked and covered his head. Through the dust and falling rocks, he didn't see that fairly sizable stone coming down toward him. He let out a shout of pain when it made impact. He rolled over onto his side and scrambled away from the rock, in case more were coming. Fortunately, it was a glancing blow. A stone that size could have hurt him a lot worse if it had hit him squarely.
He stayed curled up until the shaking stopped, and the last pebbles settled. He patted his vest. It didn't seem like anything critical had been damaged.
Time to see how the others had fared. He called out to the room at large. "Oi--ow!" he wrapped his arm around his chest. Okay, that really hurt. The black of his vest and pants was muted by the settling dust as he pushed himself to his feet. "Everyone alright?"
He had someone else to check on, too. He pulled out the Stag Phone, jabbed a button and put it to his head. He was rewarded with a loud, shrill shriek and he jerked it from his head. Okay, that was weird. He started pushing pseudo memories into it, the flying blue Bat Shot, and the skittering yellow Spider Shock. "Go find anyone else in trouble," he told them.
While he did that, he experimented a bit with breathing in a way that wasn't painful while he looked around the smaller space that had been the large main room. Nothing but rocks. He took a few steps around the rock that had wounded him. "Anyone else out there?"
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That was the man's name, wasn't it? The guy with the fruit. Who wasn't from Texas.
He didn't recognize the first voice that called out, but it at least means there is at least one other person here.
Damn. Where are his crew? He saw Tyr down here in the caves, but he hasn't seen Harper since the surface. And there are other people he knows who came down to the planet, including Rhade.
Why aren't his comms working? He's flying blind here.
Still, Jim and whoever had called out earlier makes two people here and capable of speech. Dylan turns the light of his lance on Jim. A little bloodied and battered, but he looks okay.
Damn, he should have brought his bracers.
"Good." He winces as he steps forward; that rock to the back hurt more than he thought it did. "We better see if we can find anyone else."
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He gestures at the ground in front of them. "You've got the flashlight. I'm thinkin' you lead the way."
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Over in another part of the cave area, where the first voice had come from, there's a dim emergency lighting glowing, and Dylan starts making his way in that direction. But he's watching, always, shining the light from the force lance into the darkened corners, looking for others.