((Two updates while I was sleeping, damnit. Oh well.))
Seuche was, opening her eyes, immensely grateful that the laws of physics still seemed to be functioning. The aftereffects of the sudden transplant swam around in her mind, her senses muddled and confused - she could still smell the dying wood of her hull, the bizarre combination of raging fires and bursting ice, the latter created by collapsing enhancements. Shouts of warning continud to echo inside her mind.
Focus. Focus! You've been through this before. The shock will pass. Look around you.
She did, but everything seemed to pass so quickly. There were others, standing on pedestals around something she could not quite look at. They moved in a blur, myriad shapes she could not make sense of.
'Oh, light,' she muttered, sitting down on her pedestal. She closed her eyes, willing the old sounds and sensations, the wrong ones, gone.
She was just in time to hear the little cuboid creature speak. The others swarmed it with questions, and one question...
Dead? No, that can't be right. Maybe it's lying. Or maybe I just can't tell the difference.
Still, she felt like she had to say something encouraging. Her ship and crew were nowhere to be seen, but it stood to reason they would've ended up with her.
'I don't know what that thing is talking about, but I intend to get out of here. If we find my ship, we can tear our way out of this world and back into your homes,' she called out. 'Captain Seuche Maratan, at your service.'