Wilson slowly opened her eyes and immediately closed them. The blinding headache eased off only minutely, but at least she did not think she was about to return what was left of her dinner.
The pain was coming from another source, too. > David was glad he had strapped himself in-smoke wafted lightly through the > cockpit. He reached up and wiped his forehead and came away with blood on his > hand-apparently he had bashed his head on impact. He shook his head to clear > the cobwebs, "Everyone ok? Mr. Watson? Mr. K'Tael?" "I'm here, but I think my arm is broken," Wilson said between tightly compressed lips. "Mr. K'Tael?" (response?) > He tried the Comm again, "Runabout Nile to Mars Station. We have crash > landed." > > (response) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ | Randye Jones |) aka Adm. Carrhae t'Llhweiir and Adm. Candance Bedru /| Spacedock Role-Playing Game ( | ) [EMAIL PROTECTED] | Boldly goin' where no musician has gone before! _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
