Tam awoke when the hull shuddered again. It shouldn't be doing that. It had already crashed, why was it decided to explode now? She opened her eyes groggily to find a structural beam hanging six inches above her head. She took a moment to digest that. Finally, Tam gave a weak smile, "I guess it wasn't my time."

A familiar *click* sound came over her mastoid implanted comm. Someone had just pinged the transmit button. Standard, "Hostiles present, go to ground" signal. Moving a little bit faster now, she pinged back and began to maneuver through the wreckage. Engineering was a writeoff, the room suddenly half the space as before after the drive core came lose and crashed forward. The main doors were blocked, and Tam had to low-crawl to get to the maintenance ducting. Good thing she wasn't claustrophobic.

Mentally, she took stock of her assets as she headed for the nearest external hub. The armory was cut off, and she'd lost most of her gear in the wreck, probably still in orbit. And now she had to fight whichever mercenary cleanup team was making all that noise with nothing but a service pistol and a wrench... she grinned suddenly, her smile glowing in contrast to soot darkened skin. She also had a ship.

Jacking into the hub, she quickly found what she was looking for. In case of a main drive failure, the ship had several backup chemical rocket sodium-ion thrusters placed along the hull. They wouldn't give a hell of a lot of thrust, especially in atmosphere, but what they would give off, was a lot of very dense, very hot smoke. 

Momentarily, she broke radio silence, "Iron Talon, head's up! Popping smoke!"

There was a noise like a tortured god, the hull flexed as fourteen rocket engines expended their fuel at once, exploding into searing hot steam and puffy clouds of nasty chemical smoke. Tamp palmed the door and sprinted for the treeline, holding her breath against the fumes.