Touch and Go!

Idwal Everrett Mining Engineer
John Keats Jet Jockey
Quilbert the versatile Ferret
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This gave the frieghter a savage thrust of reverse power that slowed
it sufficiently so that only three quarters of it was crushed and
mangled beyond recognition as it ploughed into the alien beamoths
hide.
Idwal opened his eyes. He was upside down and the flight console was
crumpled around him like a foil blanket. Pipes, wires and other
debris twisted and turned around him. The whole thing lit by the
electrical sparks showering the cabin as circuits arced. Idwal
flicked his suit comm on
"Hey Keats" he asked "Were we insured third party of fully comp?"
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"Dont worry, we'l blame it on Dean"
"But he wasnt even on the ship"
"Doesnt matter, as soon as they see his name theyl tick it anyways"
Idwall was the first to clamber out, he dusted himself off, checked
for wounds then stood and studied the enviorment.
They were in a mountainous region, dirt, sand and rocks were the dish
of the day, not even a tumbleweed drifted to ease the scene.
John tumbnled out next.
"Hey John, you hurt?"
"Not really, took a slight nick and hit me head pretty hard, but
thats what your skulls for!"
He took his helmet off, luckyily it was a perfectly breathable
atmosphere, so none of that messy explosive decompression of low
atmosphere or bloodied vomiting when you realise your breathing
sulphuric acid. The front of it was cracked in the top corner and his
left eyebrow oozed a trickle of blood.
"You gonna be ok?"
"Hah, from this little thing? Ive had worse!"
"No John, were on an alien world. Im thinkin gmore of unencounterd
diseases that could be fermenting right now, ready to turn your face
into a block of cheese or sprout some god forsaen alien. I dont know
about you, but i dont wanna be around if some 4 legged green killing
machine pops out your eye."
John ignored the wild exageration and decided to clean up the wound.
He came back out, a plaster inexpertly placed on. Quilibet bounded
out aftwards, leaped and landed on Idwalls shoulder.
"Hey! Hes quite a tough lil thing! How did he survive the vacuum?"
"Hes not areal ferret, Quil uses Mag-Tech. think of him as a robotic
version of the pet, but not as jerky. Its made by... i dunno,
somethign like infusing an embryo with certain nanos which reform its
skeleton and brain to be compatable with a CPU persona... well, to be
frank i dont know, youd have to ask Severn"
Quilibet took oppertunity to demostrate its Ability of spech.
"Well, i dont know about you two, but shouldnt we try and find where
we are, whos around and how to get back to the Dwarf?"
Idwall stood there, a large smile and eyes almsot closed.
"That is so CUTE!"
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