Trayll II - Surface
Immediately following their crushhiing d-
Daring escape from the collapsing Kerolyne Defile.
The intense white light of the sky began to fade as the sun slowly descended below the horizon of Trayll II. The ground beneath the cooling desert rumbled lightly, shaking the dangling remains of the turret outside the entrance to the Kerolyne Defile. The entrance itself had been sealed by heavy blast doors, no doubt due to the incident the Downriders had been involved with down below. From behind the door a muffled cacophony of bangs and words seeped, before quieting at a shout. A small object bounced against the backside of the door, leading to complete and total silence.
Seven seconds later, a violent blast erupted from behind the door, throwing it completely off it's hinges and taking the turret mount with it. The rock face around the door crumpled as smoke and ash billowed out in a long cloud, through which a massive creature emerged. Glasawyr was the first to leave, knocking the rest of the debris out of the way using his bulk so the rest could follow. Grasping the hot remains of the door frame, Dahlia Morgan screamed to her crew. "OUT! OUT RIGHT NOW!"
In chaotic pairings, the crew of the ISS Downrider were flung from the collapsing tunnel, bouncing and rolling out into the cliff face ahead. The last of them was Dahlia herself, taking a leap of faith away from the cascading sheets of rock and metal. The crew and their saved findings lay sprawled out along the still-warm desert sand, catching their breath as the last throes of the rockslide fell behind them. Hopefully, their pursuer had been caught in the rockfall. Dahlia slowly rose to her feet, every bone creaking along the way. The captain brushed the dusk off her navy longcoat, though the oil would not come out so easily. She looked around, immediately counting heads. It was an easy task, as nearly everyone had opted for one of the white company hardhats. "Is... eveyrone alright?" the captain coughed. They were still missing someone-
From behind them, the pile of rubble shifted. Dahlia spun around, drawing a heavy revolver to aim down at the movement. The rocks lurched again, and out form under them emerged a white metal hand. OSC-01 released a garbled grunt, pushing up against the ground as heavy debris bounced and rolled off them. Dahlia hesitated a moment more, and then holstered the revolver to aid them. "Come on, you." she said, tugging on the Overseer's arm. She was eventually aided by another crew member, helping OSC-01 to her feet. "I could have gotten myself" the robot remarked.
The captain huffed with a chuckle, still completely tense from shock. "Glad to see you're back in the land of the living, your prissyness. You had me worried there for a minute." Dahlia continued to breathe unsteadily, trying to work off the shock as she assessed the situation. The rumbling had ceased, there seemed to be no one coming after them. The Captain grimaced as she gripped the wound on her hip, patched on the fly thanks to the crew's biotechnician, Friday. It was not a comfortable experience, but it beats bleeding out any day. "Let's get our things and get the hell out of here." she ordered. She herself checked to see that the cranium of the rogue overseer and the black box from earlier were still affixed to her bag before slowly trudging onward.
Immediately following their crushhiing d-
Daring escape from the collapsing Kerolyne Defile.
The intense white light of the sky began to fade as the sun slowly descended below the horizon of Trayll II. The ground beneath the cooling desert rumbled lightly, shaking the dangling remains of the turret outside the entrance to the Kerolyne Defile. The entrance itself had been sealed by heavy blast doors, no doubt due to the incident the Downriders had been involved with down below. From behind the door a muffled cacophony of bangs and words seeped, before quieting at a shout. A small object bounced against the backside of the door, leading to complete and total silence.
Seven seconds later, a violent blast erupted from behind the door, throwing it completely off it's hinges and taking the turret mount with it. The rock face around the door crumpled as smoke and ash billowed out in a long cloud, through which a massive creature emerged. Glasawyr was the first to leave, knocking the rest of the debris out of the way using his bulk so the rest could follow. Grasping the hot remains of the door frame, Dahlia Morgan screamed to her crew. "OUT! OUT RIGHT NOW!"
In chaotic pairings, the crew of the ISS Downrider were flung from the collapsing tunnel, bouncing and rolling out into the cliff face ahead. The last of them was Dahlia herself, taking a leap of faith away from the cascading sheets of rock and metal. The crew and their saved findings lay sprawled out along the still-warm desert sand, catching their breath as the last throes of the rockslide fell behind them. Hopefully, their pursuer had been caught in the rockfall. Dahlia slowly rose to her feet, every bone creaking along the way. The captain brushed the dusk off her navy longcoat, though the oil would not come out so easily. She looked around, immediately counting heads. It was an easy task, as nearly everyone had opted for one of the white company hardhats. "Is... eveyrone alright?" the captain coughed. They were still missing someone-
From behind them, the pile of rubble shifted. Dahlia spun around, drawing a heavy revolver to aim down at the movement. The rocks lurched again, and out form under them emerged a white metal hand. OSC-01 released a garbled grunt, pushing up against the ground as heavy debris bounced and rolled off them. Dahlia hesitated a moment more, and then holstered the revolver to aid them. "Come on, you." she said, tugging on the Overseer's arm. She was eventually aided by another crew member, helping OSC-01 to her feet. "I could have gotten myself" the robot remarked.
The captain huffed with a chuckle, still completely tense from shock. "Glad to see you're back in the land of the living, your prissyness. You had me worried there for a minute." Dahlia continued to breathe unsteadily, trying to work off the shock as she assessed the situation. The rumbling had ceased, there seemed to be no one coming after them. The Captain grimaced as she gripped the wound on her hip, patched on the fly thanks to the crew's biotechnician, Friday. It was not a comfortable experience, but it beats bleeding out any day. "Let's get our things and get the hell out of here." she ordered. She herself checked to see that the cranium of the rogue overseer and the black box from earlier were still affixed to her bag before slowly trudging onward.
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