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My mind swims in darkness, adrift in disoriented uncertainty. What was I- oh, right. My eyelids clench as I surface from the darkness, waking to a world of pain and ringing ears. I clasp my abdomen to contain the pain as I push myself off of the still flickering controls console. That landing could have gone better, but I know well it could have been far, far worse. I look ahead, inwardly chuckling as I realize that the cockpit window hadn't breached, at least not noticeably; an absolute plus side, even if the air outside might be nominally breathable. On instinct, I press the button to engage comms. "Command, this is Winterfang, I have survived landfall." Static is all I get in reply. "Command? Lisette? Come in..." I gulp, heart dropping, "please..." Once again, my only response is the crackling of static bouncing off of the steelplast interior around me. Then did I realize, the impact must have taken out the already fragile subspace comms. I grimace upon this realization, and set about activating the subluminal SOS beacon. As I perform the last stroke, there's an audible splash, and a smear of red marring my visibility out through the visor. Impact must have left a wound somewhere on my head, a wound that my furrowed brows must have agitated. |
