Grav hated stupid, small fly ship. Especially since it was falling and covered on fire, at least it was. Now Grav is on his face, missing a tusk or two from the blood in his mouth. Then he heard the voice of the inquisitor. [i]"Hey, is anyone alive back there?"[/i] came the question from the vox.

Forgetting about his own vox-caster Grav yelled "Me ok inquisitor!" with a loud bellow.

 With that Grav picked up Daisy, kicked open the hatch door, and ran out vowing to never return to the vile machine. Looking around, he spotted a guardsmen, not one of the Catachen ones he was fond of, but a guradsmen nonetheless. 

With a wave of his mighty hand Grav yelled "Hi little man!" in a friendly manner, and plodded his way up to the lake bed to await orders form his inquisitor.