"I think they
have spotted us."
Krystal looked. Sure enough, the little natives had their spears out
and were menacingly approaching their hiding place.
Rapid atmospheric entry heats up the skin of an object to several
thousand degrees Celcius. The ~Quilca~ lay on its side, a path of
shattered trees and other jungle plants in the wake of its crash
landing. The hull crackled and popped as the shuttle cooled off.
Slowly, with much exertion and epitaph hurling, the door wrenched
opened and three cadets stumbled out of the smoky interior.
"*Cough* this reminds me of *cough* when F'Ter was *cough* cast down
from the *cough* heavens and marooned on the *cough* island of Ginktan
by *cough* Cordban."
"So how did F'Tee get off the island," asked Kat.
"F'Ter."
"F'Tee, F'Ter, whatever."
"Heathen."
"Religious Lunatic."
"How about some help here?" suggested John as he rummaged through the
wreckage.
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It only took a
few minutes to assay the meager possessions that survived the crash.
Three phasers, three days of ration, a tricorder, and their three
combadges.
"I want the tricorder," declared Kat as she grabbed the device and
immediately started scanning the sorroundings.
"This is exactly what we were supposed to get for our survival test,"
observed Venor.
"Uh, guys, I suggest we step away from the shuttle," said Katrina as
she backed away from the shuttle.
"What's up Kat?" asked John.
"I'm detecting a lot of radiation leaking from the Impulse drive."
The boys promptly moved away from the shuttle.
"Ok, how irradiated are we?" asked John.
Kat used the tricorder to scan the three. "Umm, this isn't a medical
tricorder so the results will be only estimates..."
"Yes?" prodded Venor.
"Weeeellll."
"C'mon doc. Give it to us," insisted John.
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