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The impact from the seat and wall was not pleasant. The pilot felt fine but he was actually bleeding from the head. He managed to get out of the seat and out of the parachute. Once out he brushed himself off and looked at his ship.
"M-m-my baby!" he gasped as he saw the wings torn and frame damaged but the cockpit was fine.
"Man we sure were lucky huh?" he asked giving a slight giggle.
"Yea...good thing I put the hardest metal I had there but still everything else is wrecked!" he began to rummage through what was left and managed to grab a dented metal case.
"I hope it didn't get damaged! This is our prized weapon!" he started to fumble around with the locks on it managing to get them all off. The pilot opened the case and grabbed out two items. One was a massive heavy duty shotgun having four barrels and being a pump action with a stock. This baby could definitely leave a mark on a foe with a single strike. But that would be nothing compared to it actually having ammo, then it would be a blast. The other item was a simple pocket knife. You would never know when one would come in handy. Once he grabbed his weapons he opened the door that had no walls around it and walked through into the halls.
"Ok let's see who is responsible for flying this piece of rubbish into us." He walked down the hall having his shotgun ready to bring pain if anyone tried to attack him.

Steam loomed over the room coming from the bathroom. The sound of running water stopped and more steam rushed into the room. A small damp furry man walked out and immediately grabbed a towel. He grabbed another towel and started to dry his head off. His entire face was covered.

As soon as his face was engulfed by his towel his door was smashed and destroyed by a small boat. Of course the furry man didn't see it nor did he hear it. He sneezed and threw his towel away from his head in the process. His eyes widened as he saw the remains of the wall by his door. He walked out to the hall through the door frame where the rest of the wall was demolished. He looked at the source of the destruction. The small boat grinded to a halt inside... the... captain's quarters!

Nicodemus looked down, he was still in his towel! He stomped his foot on the ground and snapped his fingers. Spawned from the floor a robe covered Nicodemus. Gloves pushed out from the sleeves and a musketeer wizard hat swirled into existence. A feather popped out of the lining of the hats base making a 'womp' sounding. Nicodemus was completely embarrassed but it soon passed as the dinghy that crashed landed into the Isabella's rudder and engine burst into flames.
Nicodemus as he approached the growing flames and put both hands out and a solid stream of water quickly putting it out.
A short pilot plopped out of the wreckage was was draped in a white parachute.
"Ok let's see who is responsible for flying this piece of rubbish into us." spoke the man.
Nicodemus approached the man. He was shorter than he was, he looked down at him.
"You're pitiful plane crashed into us!Who ever gave you your license should be tared and feathered and hung by his toes until they fall off! What were you thinking?!"

The poor Avian that was known as Lune sat there watching in fear as he saw Cecilia walk up to the mast and plant her self awaiting him to come down. "Oh this is it. She's so going to throw me over now there's no doubt." As he began to climb down the mast he found himself stumbling and slipping all over making the descent rather lethal to his health. "Oh get it together!" He saw another man walk up to Cecilia and spare a few words to her probably angry about the situation so Lune only panic more.

Finally getting near the end he slipped one last time falling flat onto his rear sniffling and looking about as pathetic as possible as he watched Cecilia. "I-I-I'm so s-s-sorry he j-j-just came outta no-no-where and he was way to fa-st that I couldn't warn any-o-o-one!" His words came out in stutters as he sat on his bum still expecting her to say something like too bad and throw him overboard for his failure. Tears were falling freely over his cheeks and his left hand was rubbing his eyes like there was some way to stop his waterworks but the end of them didn't look to be near in sight.

Cecilia looked down at him a long hard moment, hands on her hips, and lips pursed in annoyance.

And then she sighed and relaxed her posture.

"Kailen, fuck off. I don't buy into that hippie mediator bullshit... Kid, what's your name?"


Kel trembled some, a bit shaken, then nodded and coughed as she was pulled up. "I... I'm okay... What was that?" she asked.

She looked up, and her eyes went wide at the site of the demolished Captain's quarters.

She felt the need to take cover. Captain was going to exPLODE.

Kairen had expected this reaction from the hot tempered chef. He spread his arms, as part of an elaborate bow gesture. "As you wish." The man was actually relieved, dealing with Ceciliea was a mediator's nightmare, the lady just couldn't be controlled..or calmed down, with words alone. She tended to do her own thing..unless Captain was involved.

Noticing the shock on several of the crew's faces, he quickly strode over to them constantly attempting to calm them by simply talking. "Alright, everyone alright? No broken bones? Ethan, check everyone out, ok? Thank you, Sir!" As the older man walked through the crowd, he realized that Ezra was the most...unsettled of them all, literally. The girl was rocking with the aftershock of the impact with the smaller, speedier vessel.

Feeling a small bit of protectiveness towards his crewmate, as he should as the peace keeper around here, he hurried towards her, still maintaining his aura of calm that he exhibited. "Ezra, are you alright?" The man gently grabbed the girls upper arm, steadying her. "No broken ribs or anythign serious that we need to get Ethan to look at?"

The woman blinked hearing Kairen’s voice and feeling him grab her arm to steady her. Ezra had started to calm herself seeing that so far nothing too terrible was happening to the ship though the thought of doom loomed in her mind. “Yeah, I fine.” She coughed at the mention of Ethan looking at her, “No I’m sure he’s had enough of me to look at thank you very much.” Bending over a bit the mage grabbed the bustle of her skirt once more before looking at Kairen, “I have to go see what I can do about the big hole and dinghy that is in the Captain’s quarters.” The girl paused shoving the skirt with the over sized bustle in the man’s arms with a sweet smile, “If you’d be a dear and hold this for me that’d be wonderful! I’ll be right back to get it! Or heck if you’re curious you can follow if you want. I just need you to hold this for a bit since it’s hard to cast spells with your arms full of things. And if I just leave it here someone could just take it or it could get lost…this is a pirate ship after all.” She smirked a bit joking at the last at the last part as she went to pick up her staff going to waltz by Kairen.

Yes, Ezra seemed calmer now, but of it was honestly an act. The girl still wasn’t used to be on airships or heck just out of the school. Walking over the wreckage the girl heard one of the men yelling before calling out, “Hello? Is everyone ok in here?” Wow the crash did a number on this area of the ship.

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Cairne decided it would be worth a try to try and signal to Zach, though if he was willing or could provide aid was still completely questionable. He put his harmonica back into his bag and drew out a flare clip, removing the arcane clip and replacing it.

As the ship was not close enough for it to be close to any danger, Cairne fired up a flare. Then he hoped that doing so would not have been a bad idea. Yes, the last time he had spoken to Zach it had been on opposite sides in a conflict, but that was just Cairne's line of work. When people paid to hire a ship, they will pay, and Cairne would ask fewer questions the more he was paid.

He hoped he wasn't a bad person.

A taller figure soon approached the pilot soon standing right in front of him. The pilot was glad to see someone so he could ask where the hell the pilot of this ship was to beat him to a pulp. The mage however didn't look too happy to see him.
"Say you mind helping me out. We need to find the pilot...its urgent." The pilot stood there smacking his gun against his paw.
"You're pitiful plane crashed into us!Who ever gave you your license should be tared and feathered and hung by his toes until they fall off! What were you thinking?!" yelled the mage completely ignoring what the pilot said. After the mages out burst the pilot lifted up his goggles to reveal his blue eyes, one however was twitching.
"Pitiful...CRASH?! You must be out of your fucking mind to be saying that about us, your pilot was the damn idiot who thought it would be fun to play chicken with us! I made myself my own license thank you due to the morons who can't see one of the greatest pilots that has never lost a single race!" He then pressed his finger on the mages chest. " You see my plane over there would beat this huge hunk a shit with one propeller! Now out of our way!" The pilot then swung the butt of his shotgun into the mages gut and then across the face hoping to make him unconscious .
"Now look at what you've done. You knocked out what seemed to be a mage." The small beast walked back and forth.
“Hello? Is everyone ok in here?” said a voice not far from where the pilot was.
"Hi, uhh yea everything is a ok. No worries here." He then nervously laughed.
"Ok...ok?! You just knocked out a guy err mage...the funny looking guy with the staff!" yelled the pilot pointing at the dazed beast.
"Oh way to be, nice way to blow it dude. You are truly amazing."
"Well of course, didn't you see those moves I did on that guy?" He then randomly swung and sliced the air with his gun. "He so had that coming, never said where the bloody pilot to this ship was." he then hugged the wall with his back and approached the corner from where the voice came from.
"Hey mysterious voice, do you know where the pilot to this piece of crap is, I need to give em a good beating for crashing into my plane!"

Everything seemed to stop for Zach once things started to go wrong with the ship. First, Ethan fell onto it. Then something with the damned engine but... someone crashing into his ship?

Someone was about to die.

She growled heavily under his breath, putting his hand on the pommel of his weapon. He looked around for someone who was capable of landing the damn ship. No one. So, he had to do that first, which would hopefully give the IDIOT who had ran his ship into his prized Isabella. He only had two loves in his life, Zach did. Cecilia, and Isabella. It wasn’t that hard to miss an AIR SHIP, especially if it was COMPLETELY STILL.

The Captain said a sentence of obscenities before making his way to the wheel of the ship. IT had a very basic intercom system, which muffled the message quite a bit, but everyone would know what he said.

“We’re LANDING.” He said, with a tone that suggested that he was about to KILL someone. It would be difficult landing with a fucking HOLE IN HIS SHIP. But... he could do it.

He thought he could, at least.

Angelo grabbed onto the railing on the ship with his metal arm when the smaller plane crashed into it. Oh my GOD. What was that idiot THINKING?! Angelo took a deep breath, stumbling some from the after shock, then avoided the captain’s quarters. They would have enough people down there. No, rather, he went down to the engine room. He figured someone would need help down there, and the least he could do was hold a tool or two. Besides, if something else blew up in THERE? Then they’d be completely fucked.

Angelo coughed as he entered, not used to the smoke that it had recently emitted at all. How the hell a Nereid did this was... beyond him. He stumbled into the Engine room, and rubbed his eyes slightly. A nervous habit or sorts.
“Everyone alright down here?” Angelo asked in his hand on something. He had no idea what it was - he knew it was squishy though, so obviously it wasn’t a person.

Things were quickly becoming a clusterfuck on the ship. Ethan had a feeling he was going to be busy for some time. His first patients were closest to him. "Alright... both of you need to calm down..." He was being given orders while examining the situation from afar. "Okay, Damian... This might disorient you, but I think you need some more.." He gave him a higher dosage of his powers, turning to Kel. "Watch over if, he my stumble a bit. You don't seem to be injuried, I check on you in a minute." He heard Ezra's comment to what Kairen told her. "Well, I'd say that is a proper assement.." The medic had a feeling he'd be on bad terms with her for a while.

Etahn had made his way over to Cecilia. "Are you okay Lady Cel-" He was cut off by the angry yell of the Captain. "Ah... You know, I could give him something to calm himself if you'd like..? " He had a scared look, trying to smile...

Relieved to hear that Kel was unharmed, Damien then turned towards the captain's quarters, hoping to give the offending pilot some nice spanner-shaped facial indentations. Before he could do so, however, Ethan told him that he was about to be given a bit more healing magic. "No, wait, I-- whoa..." Before Damien could stop the medic, the deed was done and that familiar tingle hit home in full blast. Choirs sang in the distance as everyone's weapons formed a conga line. All sense of balance was annihilated as gravity decided to pull sideways for a change. Falling backwards into Kel, he looked into her face which was surrounded by a halo of multicolored nuts and bolts. He blushed again, and, under the influence of the magic, was strangely devoid of inhibitions. "Did I ever tell you..."

"...how to stick a banana into your ear?" Just then, the Captain's voice announced over the ship intercom that they were landing. Attempting and subsequently failing to regain equilibrium, Damien tried to move towards the engine room. "Nnngh... gotta prepare for the landing... I-- No! NO!! Leave my nipples alone!" He then frothed at the mouth slightly, before falling unconscious.

"Holy shit." Cairne said aloud as the ship above him collided with a plane. How exactly that happened was not known, yet. Cairne had been waiting for a few seconds for a reply and well.... he heard a crash and he saw the ship above him struggling to keep to the skies.

How ironic... the guy asking for aid was about to aid his aid-ers. Shit. I have great luck, huh.

It was enough to wake Cairne completely from his tiredness by the nap. He called to a rather large man, asking him to clear a landing pad.

Yes, the skyport at Hallingraad wasn't fit to hold two large scale airships, but it would.

Lune sat the sniffling and still rubbing as he heard the crew of the ship yelling among the chaos. It seemed that they had, for the most part, gotten themselves under control. The only problem now was figuring why the pilot crashed into the ship and how they would fix the ship. Looking up at Cecilia the shock of what she said nearly got the tears out of him leaving him just to sniffling in place. "My n-name? Its L-l-lunatic, n-no! I mean its Lune Atik Forsoor! Th-that's my name ma'am."

Right now it was probably best just to sit and shut up so that he could regain his composure before he made a bigger fool of himself then what had already been accomplished. It had been working but the Captain's rage reached ears making him curl up into a ball looking around, "Wh-who is that? He sounds really an-gry." Then the engineer dropped due to a dosing from the man who had made Lune reveal his self earlier. "He looks l-like he could use some help right now..."

Kairen decided that it would be best to follow Ezra; perhaps he could be of some use by preventing a full on brawl aboard the ship. Noticing that the ship was not moving, the pilot of the smaller ship must either be drunk...or crazy. Those that were insane most likely would think something about us crashing into them. The mediator mumbled under his breath, accepting the all important task of holding Ezra's somewhat battered clothing; he sure was appreciated around here.

Knowing the captain of the ship reasonably well, Kairen knew that both he and his wife shared an intense love of each other...and the Isabella. Someone was likely going to do. And there was nothing he could do about that. The best thing he could do, was to keep everyone out of the captain's way, and prevent any of the crew being harmed. Great day it was turning out to be.

Still holding the bustle of Ezra, he would likely have to talk to her about that incident later because that stuff can stick to your thoughts like glue, the man rushed after the girl. As he pushed his way through the group of people, he kept on talking, trying to keep them on the deck, rather than going down into the hell. He then proceeded to rush down into the hull, near the captain's quarters.

Shakily getting up Julias looked around, feeling a small trickle of blood rolling down his neck. Reaching up he felt a small indentation on his forehead just left of his right horn. It wasn’t that bad of course, wouldn’t even need to try to heal it with what little healing he could do. Stumbling along from the engine room where he’d been hidden by one of the many mechanical components that only engineers could name he stumbled across the deck to where the commotion seemed to be, and almost dropped like a log.

Not only was there a hole in the ship, but some heavily modified plane as well. Upon closer inspection he realized it wasn’t just any plane, it looked just like what he’d heard the Flying Tiger’s plane looked like. Julias had heard all about the kid the last few years. He’d won quite a few races and challenges and had a plane many people would kill for. Stepping over the apparently unconscious body of one of the crewman and right past a man he suspected was the famed pilot prodigy Julias began inspecting the wreckage. He could talk to the man later, but a view this close of a ship that went as fast as it did was more important.

The curves of the wings and rudder were slightly different than Julias’s own, and a couple other components showed modifying on a more advanced, and likely more effective way than Julias had ever had a chance to do to his own ship. Swiping out a pad and paper from his back pocket he starts taking notes and rapidly drawing mini-diagrams. Not that anyone would likely complain, the captain would probably kill this kid for crashing into his only pride and joy, with the exception of his wife of course.

Ezra raised a brow at the smart ass comment that came from the center of the wreckage before coughing. “Yeah…sure…” Lifting up her skirt with one hand Ezra carefully made her way over the broken wood and other various objects with out another skirt incident again. As she reached the center of destruction the woman heard that same man’s voice once again,

Hey mysterious voice, do you know where the pilot to this piece of crap is, I need to give em a good beating for crashing into my plane!

The mage girl coughed at that, “Umm…” Honestly she didn’t know who was flying the airship at the moment, and if she did telling this guy wasn’t the best option. Smirking a bit the girl looked up seeing the besterian standing there and bleeding from his head. The man must have been the pilot, “Your bleeding!” The girl had just started to move towards him when she noticed Nicodemus looked to be passed out. A tinge of fear shot through Ezra’s body as she looked from the body of the other mage to the pilot with a raised brow. That’s when she noticed the gun. Oh, bloody wonderful… The woman coughed holding her staff thinking that she was in a very delicate situation. “I’ll take you to the pilot…so-yeah…but first…the two of you need medical attention...alright? Sound fair?”

Footsteps were heard coming closer and closer. The pilot knew someone was coming but not sure exactly who. The best out come for him would to surprise the person and knock em out. The worst thing that could happen would be his life. The sound grew louder and louder suddenly the beast jumped around the corner having his shotgun over his head ready to strike. He stopped in his tracks when he saw who exactly it was. The pilot looked up at the young woman, he would never ever hit a lady. It just wasn't the he rolls, instead he gave a huge crazed smile while his eye was twitching. His face looked like a mad man in a strait jacket.
“Your bleeding!” yelled the woman.
"Uhhehe...bleeding?" he looked around himself seeing the mage.
"Yea you must be mistaken, we feel perfectly fine no broken bones or anything see." He then felt around his body.
"If anything he over there is bleeding." The pilot pointed at the mage and walked up to him. "The damn guy wouldn't tell us where the pilot is so he had what was com--" He was soon cut off by a noise in the room where he had crashed. The beast looked through what used to be a wall to see some person writing some stuff down. Anger then struck the pilot again as he opened the door to the crashed room.
"Oi, what the hell do you think your doing?!" He then looked to see the the only thing that wa really there was the cockpit. The forward sweped wings were gone and wiped from existence from the crash, the same went for the whole rear of the plane. "Oh your just nabbing the cockpit design. Everyone else who races has one like that. It is of no use to you really seeing as the rest of the...plane was far more valuable." he then gave a laughed and stumbled a bit.
"Oh man why am I feeling dizzy all of a sudden?" he then held his head and then looked at his paw seeing blood. "W-w-w-what?! Where did t-t-this come from? I feel j-j-just fin--" The pilot then feinted from what he saw, his own blood.

Kel gasped and caught Damien, falling flat on her rear at the weight of him. "S... Someone... Someone, Damien's passed out!" she called frantically, looking around, trying to get someone to help her. The smoke was thick and she couldn't even tell if anyone was around - It was sapping the moisture out of her skin and making her dizzy. Not a good thing for a Nereid, overall. She noticed people running in her direction, and heard the captain over the intercom... And decided she needed to move him.

She grunted and attempted to drag him. Considering her strength, it wasn't easy.

Cecilia, meanwhile, was getting acquainted with her new little slave. "Lunatic. Right," she said, misunderstanding. "Well Lunatic, quit your sniveling and get off your ass. You have work to do. And, Ethan - don't even bother with the captain. It won't work."

She wasn't going to say anything about not doing his job. He knew he'd fucked up. No point in beating something to death.

She looked over at Zach at the head as he made an announcement. Yeah, she was right. He was pissed.

She looked back at Lune, and then smirked a little. "That's the captain, and you're right. He's pissed. Take my advice and avoid him right now. Now come on, we have shit to clean up." She motioned over to the scene of destruction and headed in that direction, expecting him to follow.

One of the assistant engineers, a Gaian, ran up to Zach in an urgent manner as Zach started to attempt to land the massive air ship.

“C-Captain!” He said, shaking due to the fact that he knew Zach was probably FURIOUS right now. And he was. His facial expression made that very clear, and his voice still had that murderous intent to it.

“What?!” Zach spat, noticing how things were descending FAR faster than they should be. He already had a feeling he knew what he was about to be told, so he braced his already booming anger for it.

“T-The Engine has shut down, sir! And at the moment, we can’t repair it!”

“No shit?!” Zach shouted at the Engineer, as they began to nose dive. They were lucky Zach knew how the hell to fly an Air Ship. It was far, far different than that of a plane. Those? After his time. They were a fairly new technology, really. He was afraid to touch them. He had grown up around these behemoths all of his life, though. He knew them from atom.

And his Isabella? He knew every single piece of wood, splinter, metal, scratch, and dent in the thing. He knew how to fly this ship almost as good as he could make love to his wife.

He picked up the intercom again, with a growl.

“This is your Captain speaking,” He said, the intercom suddenly becoming more useful and clear. “We are making an EMERGENCY landing, I repeat, EMERGENCY LANDING.” Zach said, pulling up a level which caused the ship to even out slightly. He spun the wheel, knowing that the dock which was clearing out was now not even a choice. Where the hell could he land? He was searching, searching - then he saw it. Their savior, at this point in time. And if Zach hit it right...

It was an oddly large clearing in the forest. It was big enough so that his “sails” wouldn’t he torn all to hell, but small enough to cause enough damage that they’d be there for at least two days. And the crew would be paying for this, even though it wasn’t directly their faults.

“Everyone, brace yourselves!” Zach said as he tried to slow down the descent by a few more levers. He was succeeding. But it was only a matter of time...

Angelo looked around, coughing and saw the Engineer run out of the room. He shook his head, and then looked over at Kal. What the hell did that mean? He saw the Engineer who was previously working on (and presumably BROKE) the engine before pass out due to some drug that he was put on by one of the medics.

Ethan. Shit.

Angelo felt his way further into it, and looked down at Angelo. Then he heard the announcement. This told him, shield. He pulled everyone in the Engineer room close to him suddenly, and squeezed his hand. The blood stone in his bronze arm began to glow, and a purple shield surrounded him. This had taken a [inconsiderable amount of time, no doubt enough time to allow other crew members to protect themselves the best way that they could[/I].

Angelo closed his eyes, and looked over at Kal.

“You oka-“

He was cut off with a loud noise, almost like an explosion as the ship collided with the thick grass. It wasn’t too badly damaged, really. Not considering what the hell Zach had to do to LAND the damn thing. And he was right about the amount of damage - it’d take a few days to completely repair... but christ. They’d be spending quite a bit of their money replacing the spare parts they’d be using.

Zach grunted softly, hanging over the wheel as he pulled him self up. He was pleased with his make-shift parking job, as they was surrounded by all sorts of trees. He fixed his bandana, brushed off his coat, and walked to the Captain’s Quarters as if nothing had happened. He was too angry to let any minor injury get to him. Whoever was in there better be ready for one pissed off individual.

Angelo coughed after he recovered the crash, his shield being pretty much used for the next couple of days while it recharged. He rubbed his eyes, and looked at everyone.

“... Everyone else alive?” He asked, shaking his head as he tried to get rid of a booming headache.

The tiny crumpled form lacked only a teddy bear to make the picture perfect. Upon looking at her, one would deduce that she was merely a child and they would right, although the unconscious female was far from a normal kid. The murmurs echoing around indicated to the little girl that the forest was waking up and it was with a slight whimper that her bubbly blue orbs opened widely. Blinking all of the nasty dots out of her view, it became quickly apparent that she was not where she left herself. Wrinkling up her slightly freckled nose, Blade pulled her feet beneath her in order to climb off the disgustingly dirty ground.

Where the hell am I now? I swear, can’t I ever wake up in a five star hotel with servants surrounding me? Is that too much ta’ ask?! I swear I was asleep on the dock. Great, another animal decided to carry me off to play again. This is the fourth time this week! Either that or someone was attempting to kidnap me…

Rubbing her lightly tanned forehead, Aithne searched her body to make sure it wasn’t hurt or missing any vital components. Blowing a few dirty blonde strands away from her face, the six year old slowly turned a complete circle to take in everything possible. Of course standing at mere four foot tended to make things a bit more difficult than it did for older teens and adults. Dusting off her pants and black sleeveless shirt, Blade was glad that they were still in perfect condition. Hell, even the red trim was still in good shape. Her black boots were a little scuffed up, but that was from previous adventures, unfortunately. Glancing back down at the ground the youngin’ leaned over in order to snatch her black coat off the ground, shaking it to remove any dirt or bugs that might be chilling on it. Her nine year old mind was busy deciphering the data already gathered while she once again leaned down in order to snatch the cowboy hat that had been resting beside the coat.

If there was someone that was attempting to kidnap her, it would probably be a good idea to vacate the area before he came back. Ensuring that every single one of her weapons still remained on her tiny bod, the wanderer tried to get a location status. If she wanted to get back to the dock then she definitely needed to figure out what direction to go. Wrinkling up her nose, she fidgeted from one foot to the other before finally leaping onto a tree’s lower branch. Using her agility to climb up the tree, she went as high as possible, which gave her a terrific viewpoint. Interestingly enough, there was a ship nearing the dock area, or at least she assumed it was the dock area and from what she could see, it had smoke bellowing away from it.

“Well, that’s going to suck for them. Maybe I can get close enough and hijack some stuff or get a ride off this place. Yay! Another adventure!”

Shimmying down the tree, she landed in a soft crouch. However, something in the wind indicated that she wasn’t alone. Stepping silently behind the tree, she peered around, trying to figure out whom or what was nearing her location and whether or not it was friend or foe. Either way she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but she didn’t want to reveal her more dangerous side if it wasn’t necessary. Speaking of hearing things… it was only a couple minutes after seeing the ship high in the air that she realized it was crash landing nearby her location. Pressing against the tree, behind it of course, she prepared for the aftershock of the blast. Sure enough, the minute it slammed down against the ground, the force was enough to knock her backwards into a tree behind her. What was pathetic was… the small child wasn’t even close to the massive thing. Gotta love aftershocks… Dropping down against the ground, she was knocked unconscious once again, which was not a good thing, especially since whatever had been tracking her previously was nearing her location. Not to mention all the strange people that was probably on the ship.