Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24652012-20141204034243/@comment-25316824-20150107145208

(Yes.  What we ran into in the Entilightenment was the Raptors siegeworks around Yoth mainly in the asteriod.  The Orbital defenses though were Chat.)

Blake braces for impact as he hits the mountain. He is severly jolted and his head banged against the ceiling. The glass breaks in his face and he winces in pain. The pod follows the curvature of the mountain but Blake's unarmored body is still riddled with debris. It seems as though the brutal battery would never end. The escape pod just kept on going and going. Every pain he got from a bump or dip was multipled many times over because of the speed of the pod.

Eventually he sees the land infront of him slow its progression towards him. The escape pod's noexistant belly ground to a screeching halt. Blake took a breath. He was too old for this kind of stuff.

Then the real pain set in. The glass in his face and the pieces of wreckage in his body racked his nervous system. The agony never seemed to stop.

But he was a spartan and so he would pull the pieces he could out and the others he would have to bear for a while. The painstaking job was complicated more by his hunger.

He had not eaten for 2 days and to a spartan's metabolism that seemed like forever. As a matter of fact the last real meal he had was before New Eden. Oh how he would have wanted to have that feast with Stars.