His stomach turned as he thought about the mission that lied ahead. For five years now he had been successfully coning these people into believing he was a real doctor. The one who was supposed to be going on this mission. The realization that he was really going to be going to Earth with these people hadn’t dawned onto him until this morning. Everything seemed so real now because it was. Everything from the training had been to prepare them all for this day. Unlike his actions there were no cons or illusions in this. It was really happening and he was going to be going whether he wanted to or not. Whether he was qualified or not. Casimir mentally cursed at the one who had put him in this position, one Dr. Tabitha Williams. If he had known he was going to lose that bet with her he never would have agreed to it. Thinking back now he realized just how sly she had been to con him when he was supposed to be the insane con artist, the master of disguises.

For the most part he did his best to avoid the cameras and the reporters. When one of them finally did catch up to him he put on his act. After all he was the doctor, the one the others were to rely on if they became injured or ill while on the mission. He feed the reporter what he knew the people wanted to hear. He also gave a cryptic message that only one person, Tabitha, would understand. With all of the formalities over and comfortably on the ship he let himself doze off. Right now he didn’t feel like his normal chatty self. This whole ordeal was starting to depress him. He didn’t want to go, sure playing the role of a doctor was fun and all, but there was no way he’d really be able to save lives if something critical happen.

The sounds of alarms going off made the man start to stir from his slumber. It took a moment for what was going on around him to register. Once he realized they were going down he quickly put on his helmet and mask before buckling himself in and praying that they were able to keep in one piece. From there things went black.

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When regained consciousness he groaned a bit his head pounding and body aching. When he tried to move he found that he wasn’t able to move his legs. It felt like there was a heavy weight on them and part of his lower body. Forcing himself up onto his elbows he glanced down to find that his lower body was pinned by a large piece of sheet metal and what looked like it may have been part of the skeletal structure of the ship. “Damn it all,” he cursed. Using what strength he could muster Casimir tried to push the larger piece off of the sheet metal to free himself. It barely budged.

Lying back he stared at the sky. His mind quickly re-evaluating the situation he was currently in. The fact that he could hear others talking somewhere nearby was a good sign for him. The fact that he was trapped was a bad one. Not being able to move his legs he couldn’t assess what condition they were in. Since there wasn’t any numbness or sharp burning pains he assumed nothing was broken or fractured, but that was something he would have to check into once his legs were freed.

Lifting his arms he checked them over. Just scratches and some light bruising from the looks of it. His lower lip was bleeding from a small cut. Other than that his face seemed to be ok. From the pounding in his head he assumed that there was the possibility that he had a concussion from the impact of the crash. So far things didn’t look too bad for him that was assuming he didn’t go into shock before he could get the others over to help him.

Boy this day just seemed to be getting better and better. He had to admit to himself that at least he had survived unlike the poor woman who was face planted in the dirt several feet away. From the looks of it the poor dear hadn’t been able to get buckled into her seat in time.

The minutes passed as the teal haired male let himself get lost within his thoughts and evaluations of his current situation. He wasn’t sure how long he had been laying there waiting for some of the pain to go away. The pain in his head was starting to finally lessen.


With a sigh Casimir once again forced himself to sit up. He grunted and groaned as he tried to free himself. Using all his strength he pushed the piece of metal, but it only moved a few inches. “Blasted piece of space junk, why do you have to be so freaking heavy?”

After a couple more failed attempts, rants and curses he fell back. “Ah, I give up….Help! Anyone out there?” He was sure he had heard voices earlier, though he wasn’t sure who they belonged to.