Aruliean left the others to their own, it was better not to have much confrentation at this point. They wanted to get this going as easily as possible. His eyes remained out the window of the craft, on the scene that was passing them by. The stars, he never got tired of looking at them, even as a child, when the stars were all he had. He looked away, his heart tightening up a bit below his clothing and his chest. He took a breath, but for that moment, things seemed to begin to go bad.
Chaos began to errupt around him, Aruliean's mind snapping back to reality for now. He saw the signs come on, the alarms blaring. Usually, one would have been panicing in these situations, but Aruliean had been trained for such things. Odd as it was, his body went through the motions on their own. He fastened his seatbelt, positioning himself into place as directed. The gas masks released, he was able to keep concious and watch as the chaos unfolded around him.
His stomach lurched, he felt adrinaline beginning to kick in through his body. This was bad, this was not how it was supposed to go. The cabin began to heat up, as they began to break the atmosphere. The last thing Aruliean remembered, was his hope that the others would be ok...
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Movement.....for a moment, all continued to be black, but his ears were deffinetly picking up movement in the distance. Voices, from who at the moment, he did not know. His eyes fluttered open, and he felt a heavy weight upon his body. He laid there for a moment, letting it sink in what had happened, and his body wake. He glanced to see what was on top of him, a large piece of metal, probably by the ship. He shifted, pushing against it.
Even though his body protested, he managed to move it enough to slide out from under it. He felt really odd, for a moment the world spinning. He did a mental check first, scanning over his body. He felt all of his limbs, that so far was good. He could move his hands and legs, so that was good to. Besides the massive headache, he seemed to be in good standings. Once more, he heard an echo over the land.
Glancing over across it, he had to let his eyes adjust for a moment to see what was over there. It looked like the main body of the craft, a large spot in the distance. He had not landed to terribly far away, but he knew a lot of the others would not have been so lucky. He forced himself to stand, and immediately regretted it. His stomach turned, and it took all he had not to vomit right then and there. He was a soldier, this was what he was trained for...sort of. He let his eyes close, letting his body steady itself for a moment.
The air was heavy. Although breathable, he could feel the weight of it on his lungs already. Great, where the hell were they? He glanced around, noting a few other bits of the craft scattered around. He turned his attention back to the others in the distance. Should he call out? He got the eerie feeling he should be quiet for now, this place already succeeding in giving him the creeps. They had no idea what was out there at all. What might be waiting. He felt a chill form over his skin, even though most of him was hot still from the ordeal. He took one step, then another. His head still felt like it was going to split open.
The voices and the main body of the craft were there, but he felt the need to rest a bit more. He slowly stopped, before falling to his knees, then to sit on the ground. His hand moved to his head, seemed he needed another moment to adjust to this. Would they notice him? Or would they keep going? Either was fine, he would deal with either as he needed to. He listened to the voices, reconizing one as the woman who had spoken to him on the ship (Jenny). The other, he tried to place, but he had not had the pleasure of aquiring a name for it yet.
He sighed, looking up at the sky. The swirling haze over them was doing nothing for the nausea that was lingering. He was slowly getting his bearings back, and his strength, but it only succeeded in making him more worried about what had happened to the others. Where had they gotten to? Were they ok? He sat his hand down on the ground by him and froze. Turning his head, his eyes widened "ah!" He pulled back, laying there, was the body of one of the officers. How had he not noticed that sooner?
He stared at it for a moment, and his heart raced in his chest. His mind took in the face and the body, as well as the blood. Seemed that not all of them had made it when they crashed. He felt a sadness pool in him. That was someone's son...possibly someone's father, brother or husband. He could not bring himself to look away at the moment, it was sad to think....the same thing was probably to eventually be all of their fate.