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Who: Jo
Where: destroyed shuttle bay
When: the invasion
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Jo managed to guide it between the shuttle bay doors, but couldnt slow
down, and slid sideways across the deck, sparks flying until she
collided with the wall, taking out the supports for the overhead
gangway, which buckled and fell away from the wall, crashing down on
top of the Phoenix.
--<end snip>--
Sometime later.
Jo opened her eyes. <I>Im seeing stars</> she thought groggily. She
blinked a few times and tried to focus her eyes. I really am seeing
stars, she murmured, surprised. The interior of the phoenix was pitch
black. The disused hangar she had crashed into was similarly in the
dark, while unknown constellations glittered coldly in the space beyond
the open bay doors.
Slowly, Jo realised there was a gurgling sound coming from all around
her. Rummaging in her uniform pocket, she pulled out a glowstick and
snapped it. Its eerie green glow was reflected back in a pair of large
dark eyes, staring right at her.
Jo jerked back in shock, hitting her head on the back of the pilots
chair, causing a wave of nausea. Once it had passed, she lifted the
glowstick higher, illuminating a larger area. The mysterious
disembodied eyes, turned out to belong to one very curious wibble. It
gurgled and chirped happily as she poked it with the tip of the glow
stick.
Twisting around, a difficult manoeuvre considering she was still
strapped sideways by the harness of the pilots seat, Jo directed the
small sticks glow towards the cabin behind her. It was swarming with
wibbles. A tapping on the windscreen caught her attention. Twisting
back into the seat, she noticed a wibble outside on some rubble that
had piled up against the window. It was repeatedly running into the
cracked glass in an effort to get through. After a particularly fast
run up, the wibble bounced off the glass slightly dazed, took a few
dizzy steps sideways and disappeared off the edge of the wreckage.
Peering out of the glass, Jo could see the faint outlines of metal
girders stretching out into the darkness from the top of the Phoenix.
Im lucky the structure has held this long, she said. At that
precise moment, the Phoenix gave an ominous groan. I think its time
to get out of here. The wibble chirruped happily and bounced up and
down. With a suspicious glance at it, Jo undid the harness and
carefully lowered herself to the side of the ship, which was now the
ground.
Succumbing to another bout of nausea, Jo crouched there a while as
wibbles bounced around her. Another groan from the overburdened
structure of the midget urged her to start looking for a way out. As
the main hatch was now beneath her feet, Jo clipped the glow stick to
her jacket and ran her hands along the former ceiling, searching for
the top hatch. After what seemed like an eternity in the dim glow, she
located it and swung it open. Climbing out proved somewhat difficult
with her injured arm that was throbbing intensly. Eventually she
decided to swing out feet first, and dropped into the darkness.
The ground wasnt as far as she had thought. Automatically as she hit,
Jo tucked herself into a roll, clasping her arm to her. She stopped
lying face down on the cool floor of the hangar, which to her senses
was now lurching around her drunkenly. The inky black that surrounded
her provided no focal point to stop the nausea, the glowstick having
clattered away into some obscure corner when she landed.
I think I might have a concussion, she mumbled, and passed out.
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