Journal Entry 1
Date Unknown... Day 1 on Zanthora
Crash Landing Nothing could have gone worse. My captain is dead, and many of my fellow crew members have perished as well. Those that still breathe are still sleeping, and I fear I may be the only survivor in a non-comatose state. Already, I can hear the scavengers and predators of Zanthora moving outside. I have managed to drag the few of my fellow living survivors to a mostly undamaged part of the ship's quarters; I hope I will be able to defend them if anything should attack in the night. Lyonna Woodrove ---
They're going to freeze if I don't find something to cover them up with.
The thirty-one year old security captain rummaged around in the various cabinets of the small space, looking for a portable heater or space blanket. So far, she'd only found some emergency flares and a few extra maintenance uniforms. Lyonna sighed; she didn't want to have to burn the uniforms using the flares, mainly because she was unsure if they would even light; secondly, she wanted to keep the flares on the off-chance a rescue team was sent after them. After all, the distress call may have gotten through...

Fat chance. Evem if it did, they wouldn't risk it. Not this planet...
Lyonna turned her attention back to her fellow 'survivors', her eyes falling on the two that most interested her.

Out of the handful that volunteered, Lance Vizard seemed to be the only one who had survived their crash landing. She recognized the face easily, because he'd been one of the first members she had met. Apparently, he was some big-shot whose company had engineered the ship; and even though he was currently incapacitated, Lyonna still felt that spark of angry jealousy. She'd gotten lucky getting aboard, and Lance had gotten the opporotunity to VOLUNTEER.

The other, Quintinn McCowen, happened to be one of her men. Although, she couldn't say she was happy about that; so far, she'd gotten the impression he was a bit of a slacker. She'd been wrong before though... This better be one of those times
Lyonna scowled and went back to her work. Everything from here on out was on her shoulders, starting with the others' survival.

His eyelids fluttered open, but everything was still hazy. The first thing that he felt (after the incredible pounding in his skull) was the chill of the air. He lay still for another few minutes trying to get his bearings and remember what happened.

We were scouting, and the ship was operating perfectly, just as we designed it... then suddenly we were crashing. What happened?
No answers would come from his memories it seemed. He groaned and tried to sit up, sending his world spinning across the cosmos. A fe moments later the world saw fit to steady itself once again and his slowly sat up.

"Wow... what happened...?" He said to himself.

He looked around, and recognized the security leader from the mission. He looked at her confused for a few seconds before asking her the same question that was cycling through his mind.

"Where are we?"

Lyonna didn't jump, or reply at first, just continued busting open cabinets and pulling out the continets. Finally, though, she raised a shoulder and turned around to face Lance, crouched close to the floor. "We're on Zanthora, Kiddo. The ship malfuntioned... And we crashed..." Her voice broke, and she looked back inside the cabinet, pretending to be occupied so he wouldn't notice her tearing up.

The ship jerked suddenly, sending me sprawling on the floor. Someone screamed nearby, then the sirens went off; we were crashing.

"EVelyn!" I stumbled to the door of my cabin. Caption Isles was outside in the hallway, yelling orders. "EVELYN!"

She turned and for a second our eyes met; then, suddenly, the ship groaned and one of the pipes overhead broke loose, swinging down...
"Evelyn's dead. And without a captain, that puts me in charge. So far you're the only one up, and the others aren't going to survive if they aren't warmed up. So start heling, try to find something that'll produce heat," Lyonna's voice was hard this time, she was in control of her emotions now, "Survival of the fittest from now on, Kiddo."

Sev awakens to find Lyonna telling him he is on the SS Heavenly Maiden and chaos all about him. He feels sudden jerks and alarms blaring.

"Lyonna, what's happening?!"

Her ears perked a bit when the medic spoke; she hadn't been expecting that. After all, she'd been murmuring the same lines to the survivors over and over, and so far, no one had spoken back. Up until a few minutes ago, she'd been the only one up.

At least there's two, now.
"We're on Zanthora," Lyonna replied softly, losing his name in the after-shock of their crash, "And I'm trying to find heat for the others. We're hurt... All of us, you included. You were trapped in the same hallway we-I, I mean I- was. the pipes, overhead, they crushed you along with some of the others," She lightly tapped near on of the wounds, "But your bleeding stopped before I got you here. So far, only he's up," She shrugged her head towards Lance, "And I don't even know if anymore than the people in this room are alive."

Sev looks down at his pockets to find his supplies are either gone or crushed. All he has left is his combat knife.

"Did someone take my medical supplies? The medicine is all gone and my CPR Gun is crushed."

He sees people running for any supplie they can and he draws his knife.

Lance groans once, grasping his head, then stands to his feet.

"What malfunction? Every diagnostic we were running, every test we had done came out perfectly? I don't understand."

Seeing his new commander likely to pummel him for this particualar line of questions (assumption here) he quickly diverted his mind to the question of heat.

"What sort of resources do we have? Do we have any fuel cells that are still charged? They generate a bit of heat in and of themselves. We could use those to stave off the cold for a bit until I can figure out a more permanent solution and perhaps get the environmental system back up and running. At least for a section of the ship."

Quintin was enjoying his meal in the mess. Everything was great. He was enjoying the company of a few ladies and having a good time. Unfortunately, he had rounds in the morning. He excused himself and went to his quarters.
The ship jerked and threw him out of his bunk, and then he heard the sirens. He threw on his uniform and opened the door to the hallway. It was hell out there. He would have to make his way to one of the security rooms.
Crawling around some fallen conduit got him about ten feet from one of the security rooms. Just then the sound of screeching metal drowned out everything else. He went to move toward the security room and everything went dark...
Quintin could vaguely hear the voices around him. Everything seemed clouded, and damn was he in pain.

"Wow...

are we?"
that sounds like the design engineer
"Evelyn's dead... survive... warmed up... Survival... Kiddo."
that had to be Lyonna. wait the captain's dead
Quintin opened his eyes and slowly adjusted to the light. He looked around at the scene. There seemed to be a few bodies lying around. Most looking unconcious. Although he did see three others moving. One was his boss Lyonna, she was rifling through the cabinets. The other was the design engineer, who was rambling on with techno babble. Quitin knew him as Shadow.

glad to see genius boy made it
As he tried to sit up but he realized he was pretty sore. The pain was starting to fade a bit but damn it still hurt. He did a cursory check of himself and realized most of his injuries were just cuts and bruises. Thankfully nothing serious. Sitting up to his knees he noticed one of the actual medics searching his pockets frantically.

"Hey boss, situation looks pretty bad. How can I help?"

Sev turns to find another member of the crew wake up.

"Good you're awake. The ship has just crashed and now we have to survive on our own. Search for any medical supplies, food, heat generators, weapons, anything you think could be helpful, take it."

Sev sticks his hand out and helps Quintin up.

"Can you fight?"

"If you're heading out Quinten, I'll come with you. It's probably better to go in pairs for the moment until we get our bearings. It sounds like we mayhave to deal with scavengers. And I might be able to find a few components to get at least a part of this thing working again."

He gets up to his feet and stretches a bit.

"It seems nothing's broken, except my ship. That's good I suppose. Well Quinten, shall we?"

"Why, yes of course I can fight. I'm on the security force and I'm also an EMT so I could help you with medical issues."

Quintin took Sev's hand and stood up.

"Thanks..." Quintin realized he didn't know this medic's name. He usually paid more attention to the female medics. "Didn't quite catch your name. Mine's Quintin, Ronin if you know me really well."

"Also, not to be rude but that lady over there is my boss and I only take orders from her. However I will try to help find some supplies"

Quintin walks over to where the design engineer is standing. "Shadow, I'd love a little company. Can you figure out where in the ship we are? I'd assume Lyonna didn't drag us very far. Which means we should be near my room and I need my gear, especially my sword."

Lyonna blocked them out for the most part, but finally turned. "Here, there's something out there," She unstrapped a small gun from under her jacket, holding it out, "If you guys find Captain's Quarters, don't go in there. Evelyn and a few of the other crew members are in there until we decide to burry them or not.

"And it's cold, so don't take any risks," Lyonna walked to their makeshift door and slid it open. Outside, the terrain was icy and freezing cold; however, only a few miles away it sharply turned into thick forest. Movements kept flashing in the corners of vision on the ice, but nothing solid, so far.

"If you guys are in trouble, just yell." Lyonna slid the door closed again and went back to looking, even though it had already dawned on her there was nothing there. "Oh, and Genius..." Lyonna looked at Lance, "As far as I'm concerned, it was YOUR job to make sure something like this didn't happen. Our captain happened to be one of my best friends; you step out of line, and I'm avenging her the only way I can think of." She touched the gun on her other side, hoping he got what she was saying.

"Yes ma'am. But is that any way to talk to the only one who can fix and salvage any part of this ship? I would think that I am an asset to you and the survivors. And as long as I remain so, maintaining a certain level of civility would probably be more conducive to the team building process. Which is what you taught me when I volunteered to assist the security team was it not? Thank you for the compliment on my intelligence though."

Lance smiles sarcastically at the captain of the Security corp, then turns to Quinten.

"I think your right. Judging from the conduit configuration and the control panels, I would guess we are in the upper crew quarters. Which means we may, at least, be able to find a few blankets in the rooms."

He looks around for an exit that doesn't lead outside, but it would appear the any other passage out has been blocked by wreckage.

"Quinten, the sooner we can return with any hardware and supplies the better. Shall we go?"

He steps towards door and pokes his head out, looking around for the fastest way back into the ship, searching for another entrance that might give them access to more than just a small room that used to be a hallway.

I've got to figure out what happened. This couldn't have been a simple malfunction. There simply is no way our systems failed this completely without giving some warning sign first. Perhaps I can find a clue in our search for supplies.

Lyonna growled to herself and started digging angrilly, nearly ripping apart yet another uniform she found.
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"What are you DOING here?" Mom's eyes flashed and her nostrils flared; she was obviously pissed that I'd stowed away in her room.

"You never let me do anything! You always just control me and... And act like a bitch!"

She sighed and rubbed her temples, "Stay here, I have rounds. I'll be back soon young lady." And she left, locking the door on her way out.

I grabbed the pillow on her bed and screamed into it, my face hot with anger. Just when I was about to start trashing her things, the ship lurched and I tumbled off the bed.

"EVELYN!" The scream came from the hallway; I managed to make it to the door before the floor slid out from under my feet. I screamed and fell; there was a sick cracking sound and pain blossomed in the back of my skull. Warmth spread out under me; I touched my hands to it and looked at my fingers, slickened with bloood.
Seira coughed and struggled to pull herself up on her elbows, but her waist and under was pinned by something. She looked around dimly, one eye welded shut with dried blood from the hit she'd taken to the back of her head.

"H-help!" Seira screamed weakly, then collapsed face-down again.

Sev follows Lance to the door.

"Wait. If we're going to search for supplies now, let me take point."

Sev hints towards his knife.

"Is that alright?"