Cassandra: Assuming the crash position

Who: Cassandra
When: Some moments after crashing through the hangar doors
Where: in the hold of a Starbug
Cassandra's consciousness returned with an unpleasant start, her senses flooding at once with pain, smoke and screaming.
Other sensory information quickly swam into focus: She was laid in darkness in something sticky, her head was throbbing like she had the mother of all hangovers, and her legs seemed to be pinned across her knees by something soft but heavy that was starting to make her legs feel numb
Memories began returning: She was in the hold of a Starbug; the one the Captain was on. She had been hiding down there in the hold to keep out of Katrina's way, in case the other woman wanted to want to try and attempt some sort of retaliation for... Oh...
Cass closed her eyes again and sighed unhappily at the memory: Loosening the drive coolant plate to blast Katrina into space and then shooting her in the arse had seemed like a fine idea at the time, but on reflection, she was regretting having let her actions be ruled by her anger at Katrina and her observations about the foetid pool of smeg that that Cass laughingly referred to as her life
That particular issue was going to take some settling, she realised
What else had happened..?
Cass frowned, trying to remember...
Oh! That was it: Their Starbug had been rear-ended by some witless incompetent piloting another 'bug, smashing them both into the side of the 'Dwarf - Deep Joy!
The last thing Cass remembered with any clarity was the moment of impact: Cargo crates and people flying through the air, and horror as the ship's hull buckled in toward her and the other crewmembers in the hold, before the lights failed and everything went black
Cass smiled to herself; feeling faintly pleased at having at least survived the crash, and briefly wondering what had happened to the others that had been with her. The screaming she had heard earlier was probably a bit of a clue, which didn't bode all too well, although on a more positive note, Cass realised that there was always the chance that Katrina might have been killed in the crash; this made her feel giddily elated since it meant that the positive mental attitude that she was trying to cultivate was coming along nicely - either that or she had suffered a more severe concussion than she realised
Her legs were starting to hurt a bit now, so she gave them an experimental wriggle: No searing flashes of pain which was good, but whatever it was that was pinning them didn't seem like it was going to be easy to move
Groaning, Cass patted her flight suit down with a sticky hand, fished a lighter out of a pocket and sparked it up
Her eyes took a second or two to adjust to the sudden light, and once they had, Cass immediately wished that they hadn't: She found that she was laid amongst a tangled mass of metal, in a large darkly glistening pool of what she could only assume was *all* the blood from the pale white twenty stone corpse of the dead engineer laid across her lower legs
She let go of the gas, shutting the lighter off again
"Smeg" she breathed, patting heself down with her other hand and pulling a crumpled pack of fags out
She fished a cigarette out, slid it between her lips and sparked it up, taking time to light it and mutely taking in the girder that had smashed down across the nameless engineers back and through his head, pinning him on top of her; all things considered, Cass figured that his bulk had probably saved her from a couple of broken legs or worse
Cass flicked the lighter off again and smoked in the dark silence for a few minutes, wondering what her next move should be
The metalwork around her creaked alarmingly
"Uh... Help..?" she asked tentatively
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