Snippet #2424755

Cydrok was asleep for a few hours before he finally woke up, only a twitch of his fingers to indicate he was anywhere near conscious before he finally rose. He looked dazed, out of it, but for the most part the damage was superficial or psychological. There were bruises all up and down his good arm and his right side, a nasty gash on his forehead and his clothes were ripped in a few places, but altogether he was okay. Okay enough.

However his movements were shaky, and the bags under his eyes hadn't gone anywhere. He looked exhausted. His hand rose to rub his head, then moved to his shoulder. There was a clanking noise, then one of pressure and a few clicks. Then finally four clips released and the robotic arm came off with a heavy thud. It was a strange piece of technology, a cable dangling uselessly from it obviously meant to connect to a pack, but there was no such pack on Adam. One could almost conclude the gun barrels at the end were useless.

Only then did he look around to try and take stock of what had happened, where he was and who might have saved him. Well, he could answer the first two. Crashed and lost.