OOC: That is a fumble roll, Caesar193
Mary Sue shook violently as Mortimer took her into earth's atmosphere. She had not exited war protocol yet, and the cockpit was so dark, he could barely make out Rebecca at his side.
"All passengers, please strap yourselves into your chair in passenger bay", Mary Sue's soothing voice instructed over the intercom.
The Captain and the Doctor had a hard time making it down the stairs, and when they finally strapped in, the thin air in passenger bay was definitely making them uncomfortable.
They descended towards the dark side of Earth, night enveloping Europe completely. Rebecca pulled up the diagnostics on the H.U.D. while Mortimer expertly handled the cyclic stick, opting for a smooth entry. Somehow something went wrong, and an explosion propelled the spacecraft sideways, spiralling out of control, then, with Rebecca's and Mortimer's desperate maneuvering, they steadied her once again before she could be torn apart.
"Starboard Engine Failure. Engine non-operational. Emergency landing procedure initiated". The message was grave, but Mary Sue sounded as sensual as ever.Damage Roll to the Starboard Engine:
(22:10:04) Minion: Ancient_Gamer rolls 2d10 and gets 5,8.
From his vantage point, Angus witnessed the explosion. Just as protective metal shielding began encasing his gunnery nest, the starboard (right) engine exploded and suddenly they spiralled out of control. The timing was bad, considering his upset stomach.
The Starboard Engine was burning, the shuttle going down fast. Rebecca had the damage report on her heads up display, and Mary Sue was hurt in a bad way.
Shaking like crash test dummies in a violent collision test, Phil and Katherine were being jolted forcibly. They didn't know what was going on, but everything was shaking and spinning, it was making them sick.
OOC: Roll 1D20. If you roll your Physique or below, you are fine. If you roll higher than your physique, you are gonna be sooo seasick
Mortimer and Rebecca, two excellent pilots, did what they could with what they had. Rebecca plotted the course as best she could, Mortimer held the shuttle together, flying towards Amsterdam with only one engine.
Dirk of the Kildrasa watched as the shuttle plummeted to the ground from his vantage point on the roof of an empty warehouse district parking building. He had been told to scout for it, but did not expect to see it come in so hard, with one burning engine.
The bald warrior had tattoos all over, covering his body and face completely. With a grunt he went over to the old trailer he had parked there and climbed into the cabin. He pushed the horn long and hard, three times.
Then the Kildrasa stepped on the gas pedal, and left.
***OOC: (22:46:00) Minion: Ancient_Gamer rolls 1d100 and gets 88. (Emergency Landing roll. 01 = Excellent, 100 = Catastrophic)
It had not been a gentle landing, and Mary Sue had gone through a warehouse building before it settled down in an alley.
Rebecca scanned their surroundings, and it seemed that the area was without any motion in a kilometer's radius, except that inside the shuttle. The radiation levels outside were, oddly enough, within normal range. They had expected to be landing in a sheltered environment, or so they had been informed, but what need for a sheltered environment was there, when radiation levels were fine, oxygen levels were fine, and not a single hostile being in range?
Angus pressed a button, and the metal shielding disappered, once again giving him free line of sight. It was dark outside, but the flames from their starboard engine lit the area up. It appeared that they had landed in some sort of alley. He could see a rusted green dumpster in front of them, and the torn open wall of a warehouse at their back. To his left he saw a huge billboard, the words "Honeywell" written on it. To the right a brick wall, going further up about five meters.