[Nudimsu]

A light breeze is what woke him up from the exposed hull, the sound of nature stirring once again from what must have been a loud slam. It could be a enjoyable scene, if not for the hunk of metal in the middle of a field. He didn't know how long he had been lying there, but it was still daylight, for sure. He could still see everything, feel both arms and legs there. Brain still was functioning and nothing was punctured; merely some bruises.

It all happened so fast. Barely enough time to act.

If there had to be a crash, it was a good crash. Of that, he could take some solice. "Who..." His voice was somewhat hoarse, his memory of the situation returning to him, barely making a last minute move to save what he could of his ship and it's crew. A ship he was still paying off.

" ..Who's still alive?"

[Nai'tiri Cadera]

Nai stirred, reaching for her helmet and the pistol that had been jostled out of its holster. She could still feel the weight of her rifle, though its straps felt messed up. The blade... yes, she could feel that too. It was still there. It was dark though... making it hard to find the helmet and pistol.

She coughed, before managing to respond. "Here."

"... It's dark. Where are we?" She blinked a few times. Damn, her eyes hurt. She gently pushed the skin around the eyes, feeling for blood or fractures, of which there was nothing. At least not that she could feel.

[Durasay Mixo]

Durasay said little for a moment. He was grunting, though, as he pulled at his leg. The station he was at had crumpled around him. He was mostly free.

Mostly save the leg. One loud grunt of exertion, was followed by a sickening sound of a scream.

"Kriff! Kriff! That kriffing hurts..." He gasped. He hadn't broken it then. The crash had done that.

"Kriffing leg..." He looked at the blood seeping into the bodyglove of his armor. He would need a Doctor. Eventually. For now, he reached into the console first aid kit, and grabbed the painkillers.

[Nudimsu]

He slowly begins to lift himself up from the Captain's seat, checking the Pandorian for a sign of life, putting his hand over his mouth before he saw him move and cough. A small part of him was greatful for that push of air.

"Planetside, not sure where..." He began to walk slowly, to the sound of her voice, limping his way over. He could get his balance shortly, he knew it. He just needed to walk it off.


"Think I managed to get us into the Republic side of the planet, at least. Can you stand Nai'tiri?"

[Nai'tiri Cadera]

"Yes." She groaned, finding her helmet at least, and pushed herself to her knees then up on her feet. The armor seemed to have kept her safe from anything as dire as Durasay's injury.

"Where are you?" Nai cocked her head, squinting her eyes against the blurry darkness as she was looking somewhere in Nudimsu's direction. Just not at him. She tilted her head again as she heard Durasay's distress. "Durasay?"

[Nudimsu]

"He's fine. Durasay, don't move from the chair unless you have to." He knew enough about medical things to know it wasn't wise to move someone with a hurt foot.

The darkness was a concern for him. She was Chiss; she could see into the darkness. They percieved things beyond the spectrum of most others.

"Just keep speaking, I'll head to you." The debris and the light shone thru into the ship, its holes allowing much to be seen. A few tidbits here and there to allow him to keep moving.

"Craw? Are you there?"

[Craw Toboga]

There was a moan from somewhere, and then a pile of debris shifted as Craw turned onto his side and began struggling to get up.

Happenstance and luck had made it so that the turret bay had activated it's old storage of safety foam in time, which had protected Craw from most of the damage the other Crewmembers had endured.

The dried blue safety foam still clung to his armor in dried chunks as he hobbled toward Nudie's voice.

''I'm here... Mostly in one piece too... ''

[Nai'tiri Cadera]

The speaking was more a few muttered phrases of frustration in Mando'a.

It masked her concern and worry better. Or at least she thought so.

"Craw?" She did sound relieved. Sort of. The voice did seem closer.

Shifting her height around, Nai pushed against a panel that had gotten loose, and stumbled forward as if in darkness. Which she was not.

[Illyria Acaran]

Illyria waited until the rest of the crew chimed in before touching the comm panel in her quarters, where she'd been strapped down for the fight.

"Acaran here.... that sucked but I'm okay. Who needs medical attention, and whose qualified to give it?"

[Durasay Mixo]

"Illyria. I'm glad you're okay." Durasay winced through the pain as he watched Nudimsu make his way to the back. "Please tell me you got the footage of those Omega Torpedoes hitting that Mandalorian Frigate!" He laughed over the comms. Then another grunt of pain.

"Pretty sure my leg is broken. Enough pain pills I'll be able to walk until we see medics. If the camp is set up."

[Illyria Acaran]

"It the ship sensors caught it, then I've got it in my system already," she said reassuringly, "I've got some stims, if that'll help get you to the medic?"

Clicking came as she began unbuckling herself from her harness.

[Nudimsu]

He eventually made his way to the gunnery positions, sorting thru the rubble and utilizing the light breaking thru the area to sort thru everything, to him eventually seeing the Chiss and the Mandoalorian standing. Though her movement was concerning, they seemed fine enough

"You both look terrible." He says, keeping his tone in check. Chiss were taught well to keep their emotions in check. In this moment, howeve, his voice began to crack as he uttered those words and a small glimpse of his hand was revealed if anyone was careful enough to listen.

"Come on, let's get you two out of here. Do you need help, Nai'tiri?"

[Craw Toboga]

Craw looked at Nudie frowning. "You don't look any better, buddy." Craw looked around him at the flaming remains of the Turtle, and felt something go hollow within him. It was a good ride while it lasted... He thought melancholically.

[Nai'tiri Cadera]

There was a long pause from Nai as she was trying to figure out herself if she needed assistance. She'd gotten flashbangs thrown in her face before, but then she was seeing stars more than just... dark blurry light. Her infrared vision was vaguely picking up Craw and Nudimsu, but it was hard to really see much with the heat from various parts of the Turtle burning or overheating.

"Everyone made it..." she seemed to be... well, not looking around, but listening around? "Not many get to do that after crippling a frigate. Would have been glorious if it had gone down completely."

She gave an uncertain nod in what she hoped was Nudimsu's direction, then gave a brief gesture to her eyes. Usually more common among soldiers to show problems with a helmet's visuals.

[Nudimsu]

"That shot would have made the Ascendency proud, Miurani'nai'tirianu." he says, sincere in his thoughts as he moves towards her closely and grabs her hand. "Come, let us gather what we can and wait for the medical outside. Grab what you need, Craw, and check on our passenger to see if she needs assistance.

Hopefully, with any luck, the ship could be repaired by the Republic...though he hated the thought of being in debt with them; what he owed was starting to amass.

[Durasay Mixo]

"Surprisingly, other than the leg, I'm not in too bad of shape." He laughed over the comm. "Save the stims... the painkillers will be enough for now." Durasay swallowed down a set of the pills, before checked the rest of his gear. Flipping on the distress signal, sending out the IFF code to the Republic. "Hopefully they'll the find the ship sooner rather than later. At least we can saw we beat them all down, huh?" Another laugh, before a grunt.

Time to find something to act as a crutch.

[Nai'tiri Cadera]

Nai trusted Craw to grab her bag of stuff too, as she placed a firm hand on Nudimsu for support. For someone who could hardly see, she still stood tall and proud.