[b]Unknown Planet: [/b] Eric groggily gets up, lighting streaking behind his eyes as he attempts to stand. Before he knows it, he's back on the ground, with blood streaming out of the back of his head. [Artemis]||: Careful there. Detecting multiple lacerations, a concussion, four broken ribs, torn ligaments in your knees, a shattered wrist... And your arm's missing. Much to Eric's surprise, Artemis was correct in that statement: where his prosthetic arm had once been, there were merely a few torn strands of nano-fiber, plasteel, and cauterized flesh. He couldn't feel most of the rest of his body though, thankfully, but what he could feel was pure agony. As Artemis injected him with a bio-gel pack, slowly his pain number enough for him to stand... Only for him to fall again. [Artemis]||: That pack should reconnect the ligaments, and heal a few cuts, but your balance is shot. So is your depth perception, judging by your stupid attempts to get back up. Judging by the imperfect geometry of the binary stars, we are in a system... An uncharted system, fairly close to the Exalin. In fact, luckily, it's in this system, just a few planets away. Eric rolled over on his back, spitting acidic-tasting grass out of his mouth as he did so. This planet had a comfortable enough atmosphere, but the nights were abysmally cold, and his chances of surviving those were between 0 and .01%... Judging by his calculations. "Can we establish... C-c.--" He's cut off by severe coughing; a rib might have punctured a lung. "Contact. Can we establish contact?" [Artemis]||: August hid a tracking device on us, judging him based on our first impression. They might be on their way.... Might not. I have no way of contacting them, so all we can do is hope. "We?" [Artemis]||: Sure. If you die, I'm stranded here. "Great. So... We're screwed, right?" [Artemis]||: As screwed as an AI chip can get. "... If Phantom can track us, then couldn't he track... Him?" [Artemis]||: Possibly. Ginger didn't seem like the kind of guy who [i]wanted[/i] to be tracked though. "So... How do you want to die?" (Open for rescue. It's a long story)