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	The ship was knocked this way and that from the looks of it, as if an outside force was punching it from either side as Daphne would be able to mange finally making a rather hard yet impressive landing since they did not in fact blow up on impact. Sparks sent flying from various areas in the ship from impact, cargo getting thrown here and there, dishes and supplies falling out of cabinets and drawers onto the floor, people will be tossed. Anisa found herself nearly doubling over head over heels over the bridge console on impact before she caught and righted herself, cursing in both English and Chinese as she did. 

	Stepping back from she shook her head and pushed her hair out of her fact, a nice sized gash in her head from knocking it against metal on impact. [color=f26522]"Remind me to give you a fucking raise for not blowing us up,"[/color] she said to Daphne before grabbing the com and trying to contact the rest of the ship but the coms were down. There was no inship communication, no out of ship communication, and any hails that were sent out were going to fall in deaf ears. 

	Quinn watched the scene unfold and stayed stoic as he watched the Firefly vessel crash land, only the tightening of his jaw and a vein bulge in his brow for a brief moment let on that he was actually worried about anyone on that ship. [color=ed1c24]"Yes, hail them and prepare to land,"[/color] he said - When William tries, there will be no getting through to the Vengeance. 

	[color=f26522]"Fuck, power shit down and help me check on everyone. You take medical and cargo, I'll take the engine room. Get armed if you have a weapon,"[/color] Anisa told Daphne before tearing off as best she could considering the injury in her leg towards the Engine room. Gideon groaned as he laid on the flat of his back before getting up and trying to put the fire out. the fire would go out but the smell was harsh of burned metal and oil. 

	"Fucking hell, we aren't going anywhere," he muttered as he dropped his extinguisher and kicked it, only to start hopping on one foot cursing under his breath in anger and pain.