Snippet #2246117

The second Mandalorian wasnt far behind him, as far as regaining control. For the second time today, Ati awoke chasing the fragments of nightmare from her head, glaring through her visor, and contemplating sharp pains. The difference being that, this time, the nightmare screams had been the screams of the passengers in the falling ship. Her visor was spiderwebbed from absorbing an impact from the flying durasteel plate that'd put her lights out. And the pain was distinctly sharper than a crick in the neck.

"This one inquires about the circumstances of its fellow passengers," Monotone translator and the movement of something big.

"Ru jate'shya. It's only pain." Ati grunts the reply as Koda picks his way among the corpses and those who had yet to stir themselves. She kicks an uprooted beam from her leg, armor scraping as she hauls herself out of the tangle. The Beskar'gam sported a few new abraded spots of paint, besides the damaged visor, but it'd saved her life. Unfortunately, the Iron couldnt cover everything. She clasps her forearm tightly to her chest, knowing intimately that her left elbow had been twisted in the wrong direction during the violence of the crash. Broken, painful.

But not her most pressing concern, and with another grating curse, she banishes the injury into a far corner of her awareness until she has the luxury of tending to it, keeping it tucked close. Blasterfire rang in the desert outside, and Ati vaguely remembers a shouting voice voicing a threat as she came to. The cloaked man who'd escorted the alien had eyes on the gaping hole that lead out into the bright desert day. No sign of the Deathwatch. Either he'd been ejected or climbed out on his own power. And the Imperial? Ati watches him slip through one of the still-functioning blast doors.

"And I used to wonder why they hired us to fight their wars..." She murmurs vaguely in the alien's direction with a wry snort, even as she draws her pistol into her good hand and casts a long look at the golden shafts of light coming through the hull breach where the threat and the replying shot had emanated from.

"What's the situation?" She asks Koda'rai. Ready to fight, always, as if her left arm wasn't currently held tight to her side, but Ati Jendrassi was not an idiot. She also wanted knowledge.

Mom warned her there'd be days like today.