[b]Near a cliff overlook of the Exalin, smoke curls up onto the horizon. From the source, a few logs lay around a fire. a body placed in the fire, and a cross overlooks the crash from the cliffside. three people stare into the fire. silent. The Professor, in nothing but a white button-up shirt with no right sleeve looks into the fire. hands on his thighs. remembering Uriah. Beatrice, has her helmet set down beside her, and her arms hug her sides. Fyn sits, well, who knows WHAT that guy is thinking. A jacket hangs on the cross. a brown trenchcoat.[/b]
"I'm going to find out who ever is responsible for crashing that ship."
"Didn't you TRY to crash it?"
"that was before the generators went offline and the power to his cryo-pod shut down."
"Oh."
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