Strange sounds were to hear. Hums were flying around like in a bad organized orchestra. Something woke him up. It was a strange lifeform that saw Lennox as some kind of a toy. A creature, not bigger than a cat, was jumping around on Johan's body. Terrified by the strange, whatever it should be, thing he punches it away, slightly annoyed but also feared. He knew that Carlisle is no place for humans yet. The temperatures were way too high, also the amounts of aggressive species on that planet. Lennox was sweating already. It wasaround 45 degrees in the remains of the Kingfisher. He looked back from the char where he still sat on, noticing the whole rear was missing. Green. Nothing more than just green he was able to see when Lennox stood up to look around. The air was filled with fog that made made breathing much more exhausting due to the high moisture in the air. He already felt like a waterfall. He knew that if he cannot find something to drink or to eat he wouldn't be able to survive this heat for very long. In addition to this he had to find Natasha. He couldn't just leave her alone in this mess of plants, trees and weird other passive organisms.
He went back into the remains of the 'Fisher', being thankful he survived though, and armed himself. Before doing so he undressed himself until the only needed clothes were laying on his skin. The thin fabric of it let him sweat a bit less but the armor would compense that anyway again. He slipped into the armor suit, closing it. He armed himself as usual with his plasma handgun and a rifle, he was able to gain from one of the mercenaries on the Freeport. Just to be sure he took also a combat knife with him in case he would have to defend himself on a short distance. It was like hell. He had no idea where he was, neither if Natasha is alive. He felt in some kind of self-pity but then started to walk into the direction where the nose of the Kingfisher headed to. She can't be so far. He began to walk over the ground, through the tall grass, not knowing what will expect him. Johan tried to keep concentrated but the more of the strange sounds he heard in this jungle the more terrified and more nervous he became. He was almost running through the thicket of the green mess, only with the thought to find Natasha and then leave the planet as quickly as possible before it would kill them.
Minutes turned up as hours, seconds as minutes. He thought he was already searching for a long time, though he just began. Finally, after an hour or two he noticed a familar smell. It was fire and smoke Johan smelled. A hopeful expression crossed his face as he noticed the possible wreck of the Eagle of Natasha. The smell came closer and closer. He was running straight towards the smell....he arrived. He looked around to find the exactly source where the smell came from. He wasn't able to believe his eyes as he saw it was only one wing of the Eagle. But if there were parts of the ship the complete vessel cannot be too far away. He looked at his portable computer around his arm. But nothing. There were too much disturbing factors in the environment.
Suddenly he heard something. It sounded like something would kind of beat against a metal wall. He tried to find the source of the sound to move into the right direction. He then managed it to get closer to the sound. He was running to the point where the source was. He sighed relieved as he saw what he saw. It really was the Eagle. He quickly searched for a possibility how to get into the ship. It was heavily damaged and all functions were shut down or destroyed. But something was wrong. After he arrived the sound stopped to appear. He began to worry but concentrated back on how to get into Natasha's ship. He pulled out something that looked like sword, just without the blade. With one end of it he tried to open the cockpit with force and finally managed it. He got into the Eagle and closed the cockpit again just to be sure nothing would have followed.
It was completely dark inside the ship but the temperature was okay. It was notable the Eagle wasn't so old like his now destroyed ship. He activated a flashlight, searching for the pilot. She wasn't in the cockpit before the ship impacted it seemed like. She must have been in the cargo hold. And there she was. Johan opened the door to the cargo hold, looking around with his flashlight. There she sat. She sat on the ground in a corner, hugging her knees while putting her head on them. She cried, obviously not thinking she would survive. She looked quite terrified as she noticed the light and almost got up because of the shock but didn't manage it. She seemed to be too weak. Lennox noticed blood on the ground. It must have been hers.
"W-who is there? God...please don't kill me whatever you are."
He felt relieved as he was able to hear her quiet voice. He almost ran to her, throwing himself on his knees, placing a hand on her shoulder, the other one on her hands. She looked up and stared at Lennox, not believing he was alive and even here.
"You?! Oh god...you are okay?!" She threw her arms around him, crying more.
Lennox smiled and stroked over her back gently, at least feeling happy she didn't die. "I am fine...but...I thought you are dead...."
She didn't release him yet. It was obvious she must have been much longer here, in consciousness, than he was. Lennox didn't really know how long he was knocked out. The last thing he can remember was the crash on the bottom with the 'Fisher'.
"How long are you here? Minutes? Hours? Days?"
"I..I don't know..actually...time seems so long here..and the oxygen...the oxygen is getting low in here..."
Lennox took her arms and removed them gently from him. He started to inspect her body for wounds. He was sure she had to be hurt because of the blood on the bottom.
"W-what are y-you doing?"
"You are injured...just have to fix that...."
The girl already stopped crying and wiped out the tears off her face, looking at Johan. Lennox found a wound at her right side. Nothing that's too bad but it still can get worse. He pulled out some bandages, preparing them. The girl looked at him, still frightened and not actually knowing what was going on. She knew she was injured but it seemed like it was something different that clouds her mind, not allowing her to think normally.
Lennox looked shortly into her eyes and then pulled up her top that he can see the wound clearly. He pressed some kind of cotton ball on the injured point of her body. Natasha pressed her teeth together as the pain ran through her nerves. She grabbed his arms, clinging to them. Smiling, Lennox removed one hand of his arms to put the bandages around her sides and the stomach. It wasn't something seious and no dirt or foreign bodies were inside of the wound. Lennox pulled her top back down and nodded at her.
"Do you have something to drink and to eat here? Because it seems like we are cought on this damned planet..."
