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Silhar:
Vincent took a look at a wreckage and a colony and pondered for a while.
"Small chances for survivors, to be honest, with all that fire and smoke around. Burnt or choked to death. And that colony... God, if anyone was there, they should've sent some rescue team already... Or at least try to contact with us, if they aren't responsible for that mess around. Even if they are, they'd send a patrol upon us. Looks bad.", he said, following the rest. "Let's just keep the pace."

"Our Shuttle. What kind of damage except impact did it recieve ? Were we shot or did engines cease to work ?", Vince looked towards the wreckage and examined it.

Xander Morhaime:
The first problem, most readily apparent, was the fact that the shuttle was buried half-way into a hillside. On closer inspection, there are signs of laser scoring along the sides, though none apparently touching the vital systems. Those, upon further investigation, look to have been ripped apart on the inside by shrapnel - or debris from a blast. A look inside and past the door to the cockpit (it's a wonder the door still works, really) shows that most of said cockpit, including the pilot and the flight instruments, has been compressed into a layer of debris a few dozen centimetres thick by force of impact.

Long story short - the engines are shredded and there's no way to actually control the craft. This shuttle won't be flying again any time soon.

Malek Deneith:
- These laser marks worry me... I wonder if other parts of the wreck bary the same marks. Shall we go and check?

Gargulec:
'Definitely. And maybe do it... now?'

Xander Morhaime:
The climb down the hillside towards the flatlands was relatively easy and didn't slow you down much. Going lower, without the plume of smoke in the way, you could see the sun, its light a pale shade of yellow. The march to the crash site was rather uneventful - there was little else to do but watch the pillar of smoke still rising from the blaze, and perhaps keep track of the sun slowly moving lower on the sky.

You approached the wreck from its aft, so even from a distance you could examine where the spine of the ship had been severed. In fact, at a distance was the only way to carry out the examination - the fires throughout the crash site continued to burn strong, and the heat they shed meant the wreck was like an open-air plasma furnace. In fact, if you looked closer, you could see some less-durable metal elements melting off the ship's skeleton. Still, even from this distance you could see that what was left of the ship's spine was severed cleanly - likely the fault of high-powered energy weapons, which would also account for the ignited fuel.

The shuttles were in just as sorry a state. Those closer to the main wreck that had retained any structure were already collapsing in on themselves as the heat from the blaze melted away their weaker components. Others were crumpled heaps or little bonfires of their own. One even detonated, creating a tiny, brief sun giving way to a glassy crater when its powerplant finally suffered a critical failure. On the whole it looks like the shuttles that kept fixed to the main hauler were the ones that fared best through the landing, but they were now also in the heart of the raging fuel fire.

But at least if you stand at a certain distance from the wreck, the warmth from the fire is quite pleasant. That is, if you don't mind the chocking smell of reactor fuel, melting metal and... other things.

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