Of the remaining symptoms of Arik's hibernation sickness, a pounding headache was the most bothersome. His body still felt cumbersome, and some of his limbs still felt the tingling numbness sensations, but those weren't as much of an issue to him. The headache robbed him of most of his awareness to the world around him, slowed his thoughts. Coupled with the increasing rumbling and rocking of their craft, Arik's skull felt ready to split open. He was having a difficult time in doing so, but knew he needed to pay attention in case of any unplanned event. Through the fog of his pounding head and the noises coming from the landing craft, Arik managed to make out the word Monarch, being exclaimed from the cockpit.

The ship was being torn apart, they would be plummeting the rest of the way to the ground, and there was a chance the whole crew could die in an electrical storm. "Scheiße!" Arik exclaimed, showing his frustration at the whole situation. As safety measures of the craft activated he felt more at ease, and what seemed doom when the cargo bay crashed midair turned out to be a blessing in disguise as the thrusters kicked to life. Their section of the destroyed ship slowed before its landing, though it was still a rough one.

With a sigh of relief,  Arik was the first to attempt to get out of his seat. As he tried releasing the latch to unfasten his safety harness, he realized that it was stuck, seeming to have been damaged somehow in the landing. "Just vat I need now..," Arik complained as he reached for his axe, grabbing the handle and using the serrated knife below it to cut through the belt. He stood and looked over his crewmates, then spoke as he began to check under his seat again, "Alright people, zat vas some crash, but vee need to shtart getting ready for vatefer's out zere." He grabbed hold of his environment suit and cabal wrist computer, standing again and beginning to don the suit.