Kara Mai Crawford's Story

A sleek, black object flew through the skies. Cutting through the clouds of Serakin like nothing of this world. In Serakin, at least.

A Black, Nexis Chopper was headed towards one of the largest Jungles in Serakin to rendezvous with two comrades. A small squad was in the chopper. There was the leader, Marcus Flint, Kale Williams, Sam Ross and the youngest of the group, Kara Crawford. The four, accompanied by their pilot, were preparing to land. The chopper was big, to say the least. Around the size of a small Plane. It flew majestically through the air, until something hit it.

Some form of Serakin Magic, Air, had slammed the side of the Helicopter. It spun around, and in a quick moment, the Tail fired off. Kara looked out the window, and instantly wished she hadn't. The back was on fire. "No luck, Soldiers. It was an honour working with you." The pilot grunted, looking back. The cockpit seemingly disappeared, and it plummeted to the Jungle.

One by one, the team leaped out. Kara couldn't do it. She was too hesitant. The Chopper crashed into two very large trees, and launched her out onto the floor below.

An hour or two passed, and she woke up. She struggled to her feet, and Kara looked up at the Chopper. She sighed and kicked the tree in anger - Which followed by the Helicopter coming loose. She turned, and ran. Her feet were slamming against the Jungle floor, her expression one of fear. She ran to a cliff edge, which overlooked a great waterfall, and then the beautiful cities of Serakin. She turned quickly, to check on the helicopter - And that was one of her last mistakes. 5000 Kilograms of pure metal rushed towards her. Instinctively, she leaped into it, and as it fell off the cliff, she was thrown with it. Her last chance at survival would be to get out. With all her strength, she forced herself out of the hunk of metal, and plummeted into the caves and rivers below.

More hours passed, and she tumbled off rocks, through streams, and eventually into a small pit. She landed with a thump, and a scream of agony forced itself out of her lips. A rib, A very sharp bone, impaled itself in her thigh. She lay there in pain for a few moments, pondering what to do. She grabbed the tip of it, and ripped it out - More blood pouring from that spot. In the commotion, her helmet fell off, and tumbled down through the cliff. She ripped some of her coat off, and used it to bandage her wound. Her face was scratched, and battered from the fall down. Kara slowly unclipped her radio, and pressed the button on it to speak.

"This is Kara Mai Crawford of the Heli-Command squad: Leviathan Endurance. Our transport has crashed, and we're stranded in Serakin. I... - We need food.. And medical supplies. I'm stranded at some weird cliff. Please, If anyone is there, Help!"

Balancing on a fallen log, Crow looked over at his parrot friend. "I gettin' pretty good at dis walkin'" He says with his usual slur in his voice. He was still learning to talk from his parrot friends. He slowly spreads out his wings and uses them to help him balance on the log. Below him was a small shallow stream. Another parrot flapped down beside the one that was already there. "What is dat!?" It squawked out. The other looked up and screached the same thing. Now getting his attention, Crow lifted his head up towards the sky until his eyes met with a strange black dot flying through the sky. "Yo right! What is dat!?" He says in astonishment. "Is it a black shootin' stahr?" He looked over at his parrot friends but they were gone....

"Hay! Where ya'll at!" He smiles at his friends. How odd of them for leaving him like that. Crow looked up once more but squinted. The black dot in the sky was becoming bigger? He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead his already spread wings flapped in a panic before he flew into the forest just as he heard a huge crash! Crow hit the forest ground and skidded along the dirt covering his ears. He let out a scream. His ears were killing him and his head hurt like crazy. When he thought that the horrible sound was over he uncovered his ears. Ringing. Ringing. Ringing. Nothing else could be heard but the sound of a very obnoxious ringing. Dazedly, he picked up a rock and threw it at a tree. It hit dead on but he still heard ringing. Crow started to get worried. Hearing was a vital sense out here in the woods. He could hear a predator or another one of his parrot friends speaking. For hours he picked up a rock threw it at a tree and he would get the same results, nothing. His eyebrows furrowed as he threw his one last hope clinging rock which it too hit dead on at the same tree only this time, he heard a slight ping! underneath all the ringing. He smiles having a little hope that maybe his hearing would come back.

Crow got up and brushed himself off before hesitantly heading for the crash site. He was curious to see what that black shooting star looked like. He uncovered the brush and saw a huge skid mark, almost like a claw had scratched at the earth. He curiously followed it until he was unable to go no further. the shallow stream he once knew had become huge powerful river that he couldn't cross. He could fly over it but he was still a little to dazed to do much at this point. Instead he continued going downhill. He would occasionally kick a stone here and there. He kicked a small pebble and watched it roll over the grass and into the bushes making a small Pang sound. Almost like something hitting metal. He tilted his head and walked towards it. Brushing away the trees and bushes he came across one of the weirdest things he could ever find.

Crow tilted his head. He was to scared and excited to speak. Could you even be scared and excited at the same time? Crow carefully crawled up on the big piece of who knows what. "Dis is soo coo!" He says excitedly with a hint of shakiness. He curled his hand into a fist and knocked on the metal three times making a pang pang pang! sound. So this is what the rock hit. He thought before looking around. "Coo! I get dis black shootin' stahr all to mysef!" He jumps with joy before falling into the door. He yelps a bit and lands on the floor of the shooting star. He shakes his head and gets up once again before looking around. "Dis is tha cooles shootin' stahr EVER!" He yips before jumping out of the door and landing on the ground. His foot had hit something. He looked down and saw a weird thing. It looked like a bowl sorta but it was a very deep bowl. Plus it had a human like face in front of it that gave Crow the creeps.

He picked it up and looked around it before looking up. He saw a water fall and that's it. "I don think I goin' to use dis bowl. It scary lookin'." He says to himself. He puts the bowl on the ground and watches it roll away before he hops back on the shooting star.

(( Gonna play the rest of her team. All three will die in very anticlimactic ways, leaving only Kara. ))

Sam walked slowly through the strange Jungle, her hand wrapped tightly on her arm, which was bleeding heavily. She trudged through a few trees, slapping away branches with great effort, until she saw the remains of the Helicopter in the distance.

She broke into a run, which was cut short by her falling and meeting a quick, and unfortunate end. A very large spider had her pinned down, and it quickly ate her head.

Marcus was quicker to die, he landed infront of a mage, and was burnt to death.

Kale simply died in the crash. He tumbled down a hill, and landed on a spear.

Kara stood up, radio in hand, and attached it to her belt. To stop herself from overheating, she ripped off her coat, her shirt, and her gloves. She was left with a white tanktop, Dark tan cargo pants, and black knee-high boots along with her belt. She grabbed a rock, and started to climb down the waterfall. Half way down, her hand got too wet to hold on - And she fell into the water, again.

She emerged at the bottom, with dripping wet clothes, far more wounds than she had when she was up in the cave and a nasty gash along her arm. She crawled through the rocks and grass, and spotted the Helicopter. No less than 5 meters away. An incoherent blabbering was coming from it though.


Kara picked up a long wooden stick, and spent a minute or two sharpening it into a spear. She stood up, and ran into the Helicopter. What she saw was strange. She raised the spear, and stared at the male. "W-Who.. Are you?"

Crow continued looking over the 'shooting star' when a voice behind him made him jump. He turned around expecting to see another one of his parrot friends but what he saw caused his eyes to widen in surprise. "Oh coo! Yo can talk too!" He said gleefully. He studied her a bit and noticed that for some odd reason, she was carrying a very pointy, possibly dangerous, stick in her hand. How strange. Why would anyone carry around a plan old stick. "Dat stick is pointy." He says while pointing at it. "I know dis one time, I got into a plan't dat ha' utter sticks on i'. Dey were really smaw and dey made me get cuts all ova meh..." He says a bit too slowly.

"Hay! I foun this coo shootin stahr. Yo wanna see?" He say while gesturing for her to come. "Oh mah name is Crow, evn dough I dink it Chike oh somepin..." He says while staring off into space a little. "I dink I like Crow bettah even dough my friens don like crows all to much... I don know. I dink crows ah pretty coo!" He says cheerily. His wings seemed to flare out as he moved around a bit and his bird skull helmet tipped over his eyes but he pushed it back up.

((I hope you all can understand Crow. Dat: that, freins: Friends, oh: sometimes or, coo: cool, bettah: Better, smaw: Small, dey: They. Just in case. :))

"ugh......God......"
Jinny itched the spot under her rib cage......again. Her disguise, consisting of a large deep brown "monk robe" with a hood as well as a long braid down her back were both constraining on her. It'd be well worth the itchiness and pain after she would infiltrate the Serakin square.

Suddenly, she heard a crash. She could feel the ground shake beneath her, even from the top of a tall tree. a second later, the emergency alarm sounded on her elictro pistol. She understood that a Nexis ship had crashed. She changed the course of where she was going in her mind, until she saw something strange.....

What was a Nexian boy doing running out in the open? He was heading for the tree Jinny was perched in. Jinny switched her pistol to whip mode and set it to grapple. She shot the plasma grapple unto another tree, swooped down, picked the boy up from his shirt collar, and perched onto another tree branch.

Before the boy could shout and cause attention, Jinny covered his mouth.
"I'm assuming your a Nexian spy as well? The agency tried to get me to come back for MONTHS. i finally had to say yes after Commander Stevenson visited my apartment...."
"Anyway, what were you doing out in the open without a disguise???? First rule to being a spy: NEVER WANDER OUT IN THE OPEN WITHOUT A DISGUISE. A serakin will see you. And remember: there's more of them then there are of us. You can start a ruckus.

Jinny jumped out of the tree and landed catlike on the ground, leaving Novus behind. Before she left, she looked up to him in the tree and said, "The name's Jinny, by the way" and with that, she left in the direction where she thought she heard the crash.

The girl went speechless. "Crow.." She whispered slowly, her face dropping. He seems friendly. Not at all what they make out Serakins to be. She thought to herself, frowning at him. She lowered the spear, and stepped into the hunk of metal slowly. She kicked her helmet, but then a strange dog tag.

She lifted it, and tears slowly filled her eyes. "Oh.. Sam..." She whispered, choking up slightly. She dropped the spear, and looked up at Crow. "I'm... Kara. And we're... Standing in.. Well, my transport. Or, what it was.."

"This is the Endurance. My team.. The Leviathans..." She whispered to herself, gripping Sam's tag harder. "This was hers." She then put it in her pocket, and picked up her Helmet, before throwing it away. "Damn."

"Hey.. Crow.. Do you know who the Nexis are?" She muttered, wiping away some blood on her face.

"Hay Kara!" He chirps happily before noticing she was choking up. His face became woriful. None of his friends cried because they were well...Birds. So how could he know how to react when she's crying. Instinct maybe? "T-team?" He has a struggle spitting the word out of his mouth. After so much time talking like he was, his tongue got used to the slur of his. Almost like his own language. "I don know what ah t-team is bu' I know what ah frien i'." He says slowly. "Wah Ssam yo frien?" He speaks softly.

His ears then pick up her question. He thought a minute. Know...who...Nexis...are...? He calculated a bit before responding. "No, Who ah da Nexas?" He responds very quietly. For some reason, the name sounded familiar but he disregarded it.

Kara's face dropped again. "Sam was... She was my best friend. A team.. Is a few people you work with. Not all of them are friends though." She whispered.

"You don't know about the war? I mean... Nothing.. They're another world. No magic or anything." She muttered, looking up at the sky mournfully. Almost fittingly, it began to rain quite heavily. She sighed and sat down. "Somehow.."


"I think I'm going to die here. Either that, or I start to live in this hellhole until someone rescues me." She groaned, standing up and cupping her hands. With a small puddle of raindrops in her hand, she glugged them. Desperate for water. She lifted her radio, and hit the button to speak.

"This Kara Mai Crawford of the Leviathan Endurance.. I got good news and bad news. Good news, I'm still alive.. Bad news.. Marcus, Sam and Kale didn't make it. Sorry to report that, HQ." She sighed, pressing the button again. "Hey, Crow. Rescue means to get someone out of a place. The Leviathan Endurance is my team name and my transport. Transport is a way of getting around. And this metal was part of mine."

Get...out...of...place... Crow looked up at the sky. Rain drops landing in his eyes and falling down his cheeks. He loved the rain. The wet, warm(Or cool), tasty rain. He would always love to fly around and watch as water flew off his wings and flowing behind him. He looked over at Kara. "Yo ge' in ah shootin stahr? Coo!" He coos before looking around. "Mah home i' up dis hill." He says while looking back up the water fall. "It betta in dere den here ou' in da rain." He then starts walking towards the woods towards his home. "I wanna come ba' here at da shootin stahr some more..." He says to her as he walks.

"Do yo like da rain?" He asks curiously as he splashes into a puddle getting his bare feet and bottom of his black pants soaked. "I like rain..." He says simply with a smile. "Wha' i' dat thing yo talk too...?" He says referring to the small radio. So many questions were drifting through his mind. His parrot friends never really stuck around long enough for him to have real company. It usually made him sad or depressed some times when walking alone.

Kara looked at Crow. "You live.. There?" She muttered, confused as to how he enjoyed this.

"Rain? I usually don't see too much of it. I spend my time indoors." She grunted, walking beside him. "I suppose shelter is shelter." She moaned grumpily. Nevertheless, she shuffled along. "That thing I spoke to is my Radio. It's a thing that lets you talk to people far away." Kara muttered, her only goal survival.

"So you live off the land? Care to give me a tip on hunting?"

"Coo!" He says when he hears about the radio. "Oh no! I live on da lan'!" He says happily as he splashes in yet another puddle. "Hunting?" He speaks in confusion. "I don hunt. I luke For food." He says happily before walking over some tree roots. "Hmmm...." He looks around. Why was it so hard to see in the rain. He wondered before looking around closely at bushes. He then found a particular bush that looked pleasing. He began digging into the ground and pulled up some roots before wondering over to Kara. "Plan't with little color plan't, I dink mah friens call flowa, an ha' fow(Four) leaf on flowa ha swee' branches." He says as he takes a bit of one of the roots. He then hands one to Kara. Usually he would wash the dirt away but the rain had done that for him.

"I get water animahs to eat too..." He says after swallowing. "Dey to fas' dough so I don get dem to much..." He says with his head down.

A small grin formed on Kara's face. "I have an idea." She laughed, and ran off to find two branches, and she ran back. She put the two branches together with brute force, and attached a bandage as a rope to hold the bent branches together. "Ta-Da! A Bow!" She grinned, and got to work making some arrows with sharpened pieces of wood and random feathers. "See, living off of meat won't be too hard!"

Her face dropped when she looked at the weapon she had made. A strange type of deer ran past, unaware of her. She raised her bow and an arrow, and aimed with expert precision. She frowned at the dear, and her voice was shaky when she spoke.

"Sorry." She whispered, and released the arrow. It plunged into the Stag's neck, and she ran over to it. Using the arrowhead, she ripped off the skin, and washed some of the meat before ripping it off and devouring it. She was starving.

Kara turned and looked at Crow. "Want some?"

Crow dropped the roots in shock. "Yo don ha wings!" He screamed when he saw her back had nothing. He wasn't much of a meat eater, but out here, no one could fully kill an animal anyways unless you could prove your rank. At least the rain provided them protection for a little bit of time. "Yo don ha' wings!" He repeats. "I eat wattah animahs cause dey live i' wattah. Wattah washes smell off!" He screeches over the loud patters of rain. He grabs her arm and bolts away from the carcass a good ways away.Being malnurished, he was surprisingly strong. He pushes her away from the carcass once more before stopping and panting a little.

He looks back behind him. "Luke!" He points. Sure enough, a pack of hairless dog creatures. No eyes. Sharp long teeth. Tentacle like tails and long black claws came running out of the forrest. All at once they jumped up on the deer, immediately tearing off the flesh. "Phew! Don worry. We safe here. Dey luke fo food too. Only dey like animah's only..." He says. "Dey like to...travel," He says using a word he heard from Kara, "With utter animahs." He says. "Dey won hurt yo as lon' as yo stay ou' their way... Dey sorta get use to travel with meh..." He says with his head down. "Sorry..." He says as he watches the dog like creatures tear at the flesh.

Kara stared at Crow when he commented on her wingless back. "I don't have wings because i'm from the the place Serakin is at war with, Nexis. I can't have wings." She growled, getting pulled away. She saw the strange dogs, and picked up her Pistol. "Sorry, my Nature-Buddy. But i gotta eat."

She stood up, and aimed her gun at them. "Sorry, guys." She muttered, and fired at each of them atleast twice before reloading. "Oh, Shit." She muttered when the pack ran her way. Kara turned, and started to run. She shoved Crow over on her way past, and ran to the edge of yet again - The cliff. She turned, and stared at the Boy. "Sorry! I told you I would die!" She shouted, and closed her eyes. The dogs ran at her, and she dodged them by an inch as they fell. She tripped off the edge, and fell backwards.

"DAMNIT - CROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW! ~"

Crow stumbled back wards and crawled away into a ditch. He peeked up in just enough time to see that his new friend had been cornered at the end of a cliff. He gasps when he sees his friend fall screaming his name. Crow jumps up and out. The dogs stare at him before lunging at him as well and he dodges one before spreading his wings and taking off and lifting his arm toward Kara, controlling the wind to push up against her back making her fall fall forward just enough for him to grab her hand. He stumbles in the air some but soon gains his bearings. The rain beat down on his wings and whenever he flapped, water spewed all over Kara. "Sorry!" He shouts before looking over at the dogs. He lifts his other hand up to his mouth in some odd shape and screamed through the opening the shape made making an eerie bird like screech. The dogs lowered their heads and made their way back into the forest dragging the carcass with them.

Crow's grip on Kara began to slip and he quickly grabbed her arm with his other hand before flying back over the cliff. "I goin to land ova near mah home!" He shouts before tilting a bit and quickly landing on the ground. It was a sloppy land. He let go of Kara just before she could touch the ground providing her a good bit of space to gain bearings on the ground whereas, Crow fell just after Kara had hit the ground. He skidded along the mud until he was at a complete stop. "Ow. Tol' yo to stay ou' dere way..." He mutters. "Dey quick." He says as he stares off at the spot they were just in. "Sorry yo coudn' eat..." He says with his head down.

Kara screamed slightly, but was saved by her new friend Crow. She had her eyes closed for all of it, hoping she wouldn't see her own death.

She landed with a thump on some Mud, which definitely didn't help with her outfit or wounds. She tumbled through the mud, and slipped down small hills of it, before getting her bearings. She used the rain to wash blood and mud off her face. She spluttered for a moment, and then looked up at crow. "It's okay. Let's go." She grunted, looking at her muddy pistol sadly.

He smiles before heading off towards home. While walking, he scavenges for eggs, berries, roots, nuts...Just about anything that's edible and not harmful. He has learned from other animals what and what not to eat. Including the predators that are desperate for food. It's sad, but learning what to eat is vital.

He takes off his coat and puts the scavenged items inside the fabric creating sort of like a bag. He slings the long bag over his shoulder and continues on walking. "Do yo like bu's?" He asks as he picks off a big winged bug off a tree and examines the bug in his hand. "I' meat I dink..." He says while smelling it a little. It may look weird to others, but you could tell lot from the smell of a bug. It may just surprise you. He puts the bug in the bag and treks on looking at occasional bugs here and there.

After a minute or two they arrived at a tiny clearing. Inside the clearing, the trees seemed to shade over them looking almost fan like protecting them a little from the rain. Under the tree rested a somewhat large tent. It had pots scattered around the opening, a small fire pit in the middle of the clearing and blankets set beside the tent from Crow sometimes sleeping outside. He found the pots fun to play with and the fire pit he thought of as just a little black dot in the middle of the camp site. "Dis i' home!" He says happily setting the bag beside him and flying towards the tent. He went inside and took a few towels, giving some to Kara to dry off.

Leaves fell in front of Jinny's eyes as she swung through the trees of the strange jungle. Thanks to the grapple beam, Jinny was perfectly safe from any dangerous creatures below. Jinny had never seen anything like this jungle. The fresh air was enough to put her to sleep, and the soft rain was refreshing. The air in Nexis was hot and muggy and the rain hit hard like needles falling from the sky.

Suddenly she saw it: the fire and debris of a Nexis helicoptor.

Jinny jumped down from the tree she was perched on, and landed on the ground. She stood on the edge of the waterfall and looked below at the remains of the battered black chopper. Were there any survivors? From the look of the destroyed metal, it didn't look like it.

Jinny used the grapple beam, as well as her own strength, to edge down the waterfall.

When she got down to the ground, she noticed three things: Blood all over the place, a sharp stick inside the debris that looked like a spear, and black feathers. MANY black feathers. Could this mean that there was a survivor, and a Serakin with wings killed them? or perhaps a Serakin threatened the survivor with a pointy spear like stick....would that make sense??? Jinny didn't know what to think of these remnants. She just kept them in her mind, and walked on through the jungle until she could find an answer that made sense.

A few hours ago, Damien Grimm had been relaxing at the Nexinian Forward Base after a four day recon of the Nexinian/Serakinian frontline, and now he was in a Nexinian Stealth Helo hurtling almost silently to a distress signal picked up within the Serakin jungle.
"Sir, in-coming video from the FOB, it's Colonel Cutter", the Co-pilot called back.
"Patch it through", Damien responded as he slid his helmet over his head.
A few moments later a screen appeared in the bottom left corner of Damien's helmet visor, and Colonel Cutter, Damien's regimental Commanding Officer, appeared.
"I apologize for the abruptness of your deployment, lieutenant, but we picked up a distress call from one of our Helicopters in Serakinian territory", The Colonel explained. "We're deploying you because your a lone wolf, which is exactly what we need to safely recover the team without bringing the entire Serakinian military down on their heads. Now, we considered sending in a standard four-man SAR(Search and Rescue) team, but your file and experience show us that you are capable of getting our people out of the jungle and being discreet enough not to get captured or killed, and I expect no less from you, understand?".
"Yes, Colonel", Damien responded.
"You'll be dropped a short distance from the crash sight, secure it, locate the crew. If they are dead, tag 'em and call in an evac, if they are alive, get them to a safe location, call in a Stealth Helo and get the hell out of there". The Colonel stopped talking for a moment as if pondering something.
"And Damien, any information on the terrain and indigenous species you encounter would be helpful, but the Search and Rescue is the top priority".
"Understood, sir". Damien said.
The Colonel nodded.
"Get our guys home safe, Colonel Cutter, out", after that the screen faded out, leaving Damien with a full view of the Stealth Helicopter's interior and his HUD.
"Thirty-seconds till we hit the LZ, lock and load lieutenant", the Co-pilot called out to Damien.
Damien flicked the safety off his of his XV88 Anti-material Rifle, and made sure his Spit-fire was secured to his right shoulder, as well as his Sidearm on his right leg.
"We're in position, go get 'em, Reaper!", the Pilot said.
Damien clipped his harness to a hook on the edge of the Helicopter, making sure it was secured before hopping out of the doorway.
The Sniper quickly zip-lined down to the jungle floor, and despite his speed, his boots made no noise as they struck the ground, thanks to the sound and shock absorption material integrated into his Recon armor. He quickly scanned the area through his scope before slinging the Rifle over across his back and whipping out the Spit-fire Sub-machinegun and screwing the Silencer into place.
"Thermal, online", Damien said as he scanned the trees and shrubbery again, the voice command turning his screen green, and suddenly lighting up with several red and yellow shapes moving through the jungle as the enhanced vision highlighted everything giving off heat.
About a hundred yards away, Damien spotted a white heat signature, and that much heat usually meant a flame, or in this case, a flame caused by the spilled fuel of a Helicopter crash.
With his SMG raised, the sniper made his way to the Signature with all the stealth and grace of a dangerous predator in the Jungle.

(Crow and Kara may have seen the Stealth Helicopter if it was daytime, or heard a faint, quiet buzzing if it passed near them..Jinny on the other hand would probably both see it, and hear the quiet buzzing since it dropped Damien off so close to the Crash site).

Kara took some towels slowly, and dried herself off. She was still soaked, but it helped a little. Her radio started to buzz slightly. She looked at it, but it was silent. Slowly, Kara looked up at the sky and through the branches and leaves, she spotted the Stealth Helicopter. "About time." She grunted, and lifted her radio from her belt, she clicked the button for a broadcast that would probably get all of the Nexis Spies in the area.

"Kara Mai Crawford, Leviathan Four reporting in. I see a chopper, and for gods sake, Damien. Turn off the bloody buzzing. Third button on your right." She laughed, turning it off. Her expression changed to one of determination. "I have to get to the crash site soon... Or I'll be presumed dead." Kara whispered to herself. She hooked her Radio onto her belt and turned to Crow. "Thanks, Crow. I won't forget you." She smiled sadly at him, and kissed his forehead. Kara turned and ran off, through the branches and out into the air. She ran as hard and as fast as she could run, past strange creatures and towards the ever growing flame that was the Crash Site.

When she arrived, she tripped and landed on her side, next to one of the large flames. "Well.. Atleast I'm alive.." She muttered, and rolled onto her back. She tapped a button on her radio to indicate a distress signal.

(( Thought I would try and bring more people to the site. Also, Zombie, is it okay if Kara and Damien know eachother? ))