[The crash had knocked her out cold. Hard to do, given the enhancements made to her body, and judging by the shredded remains of the dropship's cabin enough of an impact to snap the average soldier's neck. Or worse.
Breathing is a trial half-buried beneath the wreckage. She shrugs off tattered scraps of metal and wiring, claws her way out into the open air- and remembers she hasn't got a clue what planet they'd slammed into. It's not familiar. It's not even vaguely recognizable, and her transmissions win nothing but static in return.]
WHAT IF I JUST GAVE YOU EVERYONE? Oh god I'm so sorry this is going to go badly.
Breathing is a trial half-buried beneath the wreckage. She shrugs off tattered scraps of metal and wiring, claws her way out into the open air- and remembers she hasn't got a clue what planet they'd slammed into. It's not familiar. It's not even vaguely recognizable, and her transmissions win nothing but static in return.]
--shit.