"Uh, slight problem, fixing it now."
Fix the suit. Fix the suit!
If it is the heat exchange fins then you can't fix them without taking off the suit. They're on your back after all.
"Well, I don't see anything at ground level. Then again, my lamp's light might not reach far enough. Either way, my suspicion was that the Graveyard wasn't a graveyard, but a building, buried under the sand. Going to try and link back up with the rest of the team.
Also, Simus went running off somewhere"
Travis starts heading down the ramp, checking buildings along the way for anything that might connect the two ramps.
You walk back into Citadel 1 and down the ramp, quickly coming upon the flowing, sandy floor. Huh, could probably reach the other ramps from here.
Shit, right now is a time I really wish one of you had a functional rocket pack. I've fallen out of the walkway and I'm going to hit, soon, with an acceleration of around 9.8 meters per second per second, if gravity is earth normal, varies according to the gravitational flux the guide told us of... I hope nobody is down there, because, if I don't get severely maimed on impact, whatever is under me likely will, because right now, I'm not even going to bother finishing that calculation of my impact force. However, I'm going to need the medics down there, now!
Orient so as to be falling feet-first, and allow my knees to bend as I impact, as well as allowing my hands to impact right after, trying to get as much of the kinetic force out before my head stops.
After all, it isn't the fall that kills you, it's the sudden stop. Hopefully, if there is sand there, it will be even better, as sand is excellent at absorbing kinetic impact.
((Simus is doomed... Time to start preparing another character sheet, I believe, unless the dice shine upon me. Doubt it.
...
Damn!))
You jerk around in mid air, unsure of how far you are from hitting, and get your feet under you. The time between positioning yourself and impact is the longest seconds of your life; a seemingly infinite slow motion fall through darkness with no reference to anything around you.
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You have no chance of thinking as you land, no chance to react, you just strike the sand with both feet and crumple to the ground. The next moments are just fragments, an almost incomprehensible haze of single sensations, the sound of sand from the impact falling back onto your helmet, a brief view of a blood streaked face as your faceplate display flickers off and on, the sensation of artificial nerves reconnecting for a brief instant and filling you with a nonsensical spray of sensation, all dry water and ticklish pain.
You feel like you're still drifting, still falling as you grope blindly at your legs and feel the pile of tangled metal they've become. Vaguely you realize you've cut your forehead against something in the helmet and that your vision is tinted red from the blood in your eyes. You also have a vague realization that you just fell got knows how many stories and that you're still alive. Shattered, lost in the dark and probably bleeding to death internally, but alive for now.
"Ow."
You can't help but notice, despite it all, You're slowly moving.
"Why is this mission so long? It's literally over 80 pages in length."
Sit down and be bored as teammates fall in sand.
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG god dang it, you wish things would either hurry the hell up or that everyone would die. Least that would be interesting. At least Simus is trying.
"Thanks for dying, Simus!"
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