Henrik felt joy as he noticed Sergei moving around. He strolled to the man who seemed to looking at the mountain and poked him in the shoulder, "Hey Sergei, you in one piece? And did you have any guns in your backpack? I always seem to forget mine."
"No, I am scientist, I have no need of gun. At least I hope so. However I do have water and some equipment to check any water we come across, I'm glad I took it with me. Normally I would leave it in the dropship but those drunken fools in cargo management would probably put concrete on top of it! Not that the crash will have had a better influence on it." He opened it and wondered if it survived the crash in one piece.
Graham O'Neill - Backpack - Las Rifle (with 1 magazine inside) - 5 packs of field rations - A book The man finally got up, having a headache as if he had an extreme hang over. He checked his backpack, smiling as his book was still in there, closing it and throwing it on his back after taking the Las Rifle out. 'Damn only one magazine and no other ammo.... Must look later around for more...' He thought to himself. Others seemed to be awake a bit longer, he lurked first, but then he saw they were humans so he decided to walk up to them. "Hey there!" He started to recognize their faces, perhaps the concussion was stronger? Or was he drunk the night before? Or did he just not care about them? "Henrik and.... Sergei it was, right?" Graham asked, pointing around with his Las Rifle, seeing if any threats are around. "Any other survivors?"
Henrik turned around to see Graham move about, "Yep that's right, got 'em right on first try," He smiled at Graham and noted the Las rifle "OH! You remembered to take your gun, nice, but no need to point around with that thing - We ain't seen anything dangerous yet." He gave a slight laugh and waved Graham to join him and Sergei.
He walked carefully up to them, reason number one: His senses were still a bit off ; reason number two: Never can be too careful. "Do we know where we landed? Planet-wise? Any sign of lifeforms or communications or such a like? Have you also searched the wreck through yet?" Graham asked, going after Military Protocol as he learend.
"Woah, be careful with that thing. As for survivors..." He walked up to one of the bodies and turned it over. It was Shinn, except he had a piece of metal poking through his body. "Well Shinn didn't make it through." He had seen enough corpses in his lifetime, mostly workers who had died from exhaustion building munitions for the imperial guard. "As for the dropship, I don't want to go near that thing, it could explode at any moment."
"Whoa, what? Shinn ain't alive.. Saints.." Henrik could not quite believe what he was hearing, but he had learned to accept what he heard - and now was a good time to believe in things. "Anyone else still kickin'?" He asked hopefully.
Graham suddenly turned around with Gun ready, looking into the far distance, being suspicious about being watched or lurked at. "We should move soon.... Who knows what is just waiting to eat or kill us!"
"You sure you don't wanna - I don' know - wait a bit to see if anyone comes to his senses?" Henrik asked Graham, who seemed rather paranoia at the moment, or extremely careful... Or both. This man would be interesting to go along with, he thought with a smirk. "Sergei! You think anyone else made it?"
