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[Jerick]

Your eyes flick open.
The sky is a light blue tinted with hints of green, thick black smoke rolls across it.
Disoriented you lie on your back for moment watching the sky above, gradualy becoming aware of the yells, cries of agony and hurried movement that surrounds you.
You attempt to sit up but your chest protests with the intense pain of a cracked rib.
Gritting your teeth you sit up anyway.
Around you is a disorganised gathering of medical gear, wounded men in their dozens and the scant few medical perssonel rushing from patient to patient.
It is a single camp in a flat featureless yellow dessert that stretches to each horizion.
An unending stream of new patients are carted into the makeshift hospital.
Your eyes follow the trail to it's source, a vast metal monolith that lies smashed across the dessert.
It is your ship.
It's shattered hull bletches great pillars of smoke and flame.

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General Status: Recovering from shook

[Svarte Troner]

Take off all your clothes and make sand-angels.

[Jerick]

A wild impulse takes you and slowly and carefully you begin taking off your cloths.
You realize someone has put some kind of filter mask over your mouth and nose.
As you reach up to remove it you hear some one shout.
"Captain!"
He dashes across the sand to where your sitting.
"At last! Your finally awake and..."
He pauses in his excited yammering to look at you as you sit there half out of your cloths.
"...errr what are you doing?"

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Half dressed

[Svarte Troner]

Make him think you're insane so he leaves you alone, then you can make sand-angels.

[adwarf]

Make him think you're insane so he leaves you alone, then you can make sand-angels.

No, say "Nothing." and then go with him, or her.

[Jerick]

"Nothing" you reply simply.
He looks at you for a moment.
"Hold still sir" he murrumers as he unwraps a blood soaked bandage from around your head.
Blood runs down your face as the man redresses the wound.
"Now sir I need to ask you a few questions to make sure you haven't lost any of your ...facilties. What is your name, age, place of birth and gender?" he asks as he works "Oh and could you, you know, put all your cloths back on?"

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Half dressed

[Svarte Troner]

Ulv Bjørnsson
32
Trondheim, Norway
Male

Begrudgingly put pants back on 

[Jerick]

Ulv Bjørnsson
32
Trondheim, Norway
Male

Begrudgingly put pants back on

You reply quickly and put your pants back on very slowly and hesitantly.
"Sorry sir I'd love to get you a uniform that isn't torn up or stained with blood but we're a little disorganised right now. Speaking of which no one is sure what's happening or what we're supposed to be doing. We've been pulling people from the wreakage and tring to save what we can. But we don't even know where we are,"

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Dressed again

[Roboboy33]

Were at were we are you fool. were never lost. Look for some rocks and make a "Help" sign.

[Sordid]

Oooh, cool, we've got a minion. That means we don't have to make the sand angels ourselves.

Order the man to undress and make some sand angels.

Edit: Darn, ninja'd.

[Jerick]

Oooh, cool, we've got a minion. That means we don't have to make the sand angels ourselves.

Order the man to undress and make some sand angels.

You're the commanding officer here all the crew will obey you


The ship has crashed in an empty dessert and the crew are milling about without direction like blind sheep.
You've had it with this ineptidude.
"We're at where we are you fool. We're never lost. Now go and do something productive like marking out a help sign with rocks that's visable from space!"
The man's eye twitches slightly.
"I'll get right on that sir just after I let all my patients , your crewmembers, die,"
"In that case I order you to strip down and make sand angels!" you reply unwilling to let this upstart talk back to you in this manner.
His eye twitches a little more vigourously.
"You do know this sand is full of microbeads of volcanic glass...sir,"

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Dressed and little pissed off

[leone313]

"Of course I know that. I just thought after all this trouble your skin might welcome an in-depth cleansing."
Cut the nonsense. Ask for a list of all the salvageable wreck ASAP.

[Jerick]

"Of course I know that. I just thought after all this trouble your skin might welcome an in-depth cleansing."
Cut the nonsense. Ask for a list of all the salvageable wreck ASAP.

He releases a deep sigh.
"We have the comm satilite we were supposed to launch in orbit but it's got solar panels we can put to other uses, geology survy tools which consists of some simple mining and anlasis gear, some medical equipment, some busted comupters, scap metal from the ship is likely spread across the contient, some lab equipment survived and enough survival packs and air filters for everyone. Most of the ship's interior is still on fire and/or still inacessable,"

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Your status:
Fine

Salvage:

• Comm sat
• Survey gear
• Medical equipment
• Damaged computers
• Survival Packs
• Fragments of the ship's hull(greatly varing sizes)

[Hubris Incalculable]

Tell him to find some tech-geeks who can repurpose the commsat's radio into a distress signal

[Roboboy33]

I thought we were pirates...