[font=Agency FB]As Shroud's lungs were increasingly getting filled with smoke from the fire near the middle section of the Sabre, he could hear faint footsteps from the outside, it seemed like a whole crowd had rushed towards the docking pad where the Sabre had crashed onto.
[color=#1E90FF]Unfortunately Shroud lying on the floor unconscious made the effort to open the entrance bay a lot harder. Time was running out, the Gaians had to act quickly before the ship and everything in it burned to ashes.
Jonah, Irvine and Matthew ran into the docking point one at once when the Sabre with engines in flame finally lost stabilisators and crashed on the ground, splashing sparks and charred hull panels all around. Dense smoke filling the hangar along with colorful glows of embers of inner part of the ship were a sinister image and it was obvious that they were already running out of time if they were going to do something.
After a second-long exchange of thoughts and nods, Irvine, Jonah and a couple of technicans in respirators grabbed Nitrogen extinguishers and headed towards the ship while Matthew did his best to drive the gawkers out. Seems that none of them had a plan - what they did was the only logical thing in the situation.
Jonah quickly donned his mask,and picked up the nitrogen extinguisher. He doused the nearest flame. He then jumped up savagely on the nose of the Sabre and slammed the heavy bottle head on against the cockpit glass. The force of the blow was fully absorbed by the glass,and Jonah flew back for some two meters,and crashed on the floor. He scrambled up quickly and painfully,and decided he would not do such moronic actions furthermore. He told to Matthew and Irvine; "Be right back, I gots an idea.", and ran out of the hangar doors.
Sucks to be a weight on the wrong side of the brilliance-insanity scale.
[font=Agency FB]A few minutes passed and Shroud had regained consciousness but was now facing another fatal problem. When your brain does not receive enough oxygen you tend to be temporarily struck with bad vision and some if not all of your main body-parts starts to feel numb.
[color=#1E90FF]By the touch of his hands alone, Shroud was now desperately crawling towards the rear end of the cargo bay in hopes of sipping in a few more breaths of fresh air before the entire room would be soaked up by the dense smoke.
Jonah sped back into the room holding a ridiculously large apparatus. He kicked it towards the Sabre,and it soon became obvious it was a fusion cutter in question. He then leapt onto the nose of the Sabre again,and started cutting the glass,while Matthew and Irvine watched in bedazzlement.
Sucks to be a weight on the wrong side of the brilliance-insanity scale.
[font=Agency FB]Shroud could hear that there was someone who basically was trying to force his way into the ship via the cockpit. The sound of glass cracking confirmed that. Hope had filled his heart once more like that time when the same group of Gaians had picked up his distress signal.
[color=#1E90FF]At the same time he couldn't help but worry about the ship, it was still the only thing he owned and even if he would get himself out alive from this small piece of hell then he would be in debt and out of possessions. A dangerous combination for a stranger.
As the glass buckled under the heat and Jonah's steel rimmed boot,he started working even harder. Finally,as he finished a human-sized opening,he reached to his pocket,and pulled out a moist bandana,which he tied over his mouth promptly. He stomped on the pane holding on to its frame by a hair,and landed harshly into the ship. As the smoke poured out through the hole,he slowly loomed upwards through the belly of the Sabre,his kukri pulled and ready to slice.
Sucks to be a weight on the wrong side of the brilliance-insanity scale.
[font=Agency FB]Hearing now that someone had finally entered the ship, the individual or individuals in question seemed to be lost. No fault of their own, the dense smoke clearly obstructed their vision. Knowing that salvation was only to be made possible if "they" could be made aware of his presence inside the cargo bay he tried to open his mouth.
[color=#1E90FF]Unfortunately no words came out, the smoke simply made it impossible. His heart racing and tears flowing he began stomping the ground as hard as he could with his feet. Hopefully someone would either feel or hear the sound-waves.
As Jonah slowly crept along,he heard pounding coming from the rear end of the ship. The smoke was still thick inside, and he moved as quickly as possible taking care not to break himself on the floor. As he stumbled forward, he noticed a half-incapacitated man lying on the floor, pounding his feet. Jonah grabbed one of his legs and started pulling him out towards the cockpit. As he reached the dashboard,he slammed the eject button with a bar he found on the way, and as the cockpit broke apart, the chair launched out, slammed into the hangar ceiling and landed heavily on the side.
Sucks to be a weight on the wrong side of the brilliance-insanity scale.
[font=Agency FB]Shroud was only able to see figure appearing out from the smoke before everything happened too fast for his eyes to keep up.
[color=#1E90FF]The consequent crash afterwards had knocked Shroud back into unconsciousness. No one could predict how many days it would take before he returned to reality.
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