Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25316824-20150726050410/@comment-24652012-20160120061432

2 of the sirens are wounded, most of the shrapnel was obsorbed by their kevelar chainmail leather blend armor, one of the wounded has a damaged eye.

The remaining 8, 7 crew and the caption of the plane remain. One jesters to the body of the dead one: "What should we do?"

The caption gives no reply....

"My name is caption thunder heart, this is Delta my second in command. The group consist of 2 females, and 6 males, though we have evolved beyond the need to squabble over who as you humans say, wears the pants in the family, over a million years ago, so that don't matter. This is Copper, he's the best mechanic in the group."

Copper: "The vessel can be repaired."

Caption Thunder Heart: "Forget that, by the time we sodder a single scratch they will have already send in a ground team to make sure we are all dead. Besides, I don't know about you *cocks his torpedo launcher* but I can't wait to make these sons of sharks pay."

Out of no where a shrimp that was onboard the sea swan and survived fleeing into the swamp water crawls onto land, it seems attracted to nikolais wound.