There didn’t seem to be any response from the radio so Rajasthan could only assume that the others were either out of range or out of power. The goal, until everyone reunited, was to conserve power and find anyone who was missing. It seemed easy in theory since everyone studied the map of the proposed landing site; however, they were nowhere near that area. In fact, they could have very well been anywhere near the coast. He studied enough of the map to know their exact city, but judging by the weather they were likely in the United States. It was too cold to be the Mediterranean or tropics, but too warm to be near the poles.

Even so, knowing our location will not get us out of here.

He picked himself up and began to wander away from the sandy beach to find any stragglers that weren’t otherwise grouped up. It was his job as Captain to ensure every person’s safety and he wouldn’t be doing his job if he merely looked for the nearest group and continued on. He wasn’t to leave a single man behind unless absolutely necessary. Truthfully, he wouldn’t have minded leaving anyone, but the bare minimum of soldiers behind, but the expenses of training more soldiers outweighed the risk they were taking on Earth. Well, not that there was too much at this point.

"Help! Anyone out there?”

Rajasthan wasn’t sure how long he had been walking or even how much time passed (his watch told him that it had merely been an hour or so) when heard a small voice in the distance, amplified by the helmet. It was Casmir!

The Indian soldier half-ran and half-jogged toward the teal-haired man who was apparently stuck under a large piece of debris. Raja was both relieved and troubled at the sight, choosing to examine the area for any other dangers before acknowledging his subordinate.

”Are you hurt soldier?”

It was a rhetorical question of course. He had obviously been crushed under the weight of the spaceship’s frame with the possibility of broken legs. From what it looked like his upper body hadn’t been hurt too badly, but the fact that he couldn’t crawl out from under the piece of metal meant damage. He knelt down and took the end of the debris with his hands, glancing toward Casmir. Would he be able to get out?

”Listen, on the count of three I'm going to lift this up long enough for you to crawl out so assuming you aren't completely paralyzed you need to help me."

The older man took a small breath before counting off.

One.

Two.

Lift.