Randy heard the thud on the ship and let out a brief shiver. The sound of that definitely did not sound like a good welcoming or soft landing about to be made soon. Hopefully they would not land in water, please nothing like a large lake or anything of the like. If that occurred he doubted much could be salvaged from it. Especially some of his more personal items and works, those sinking would be a near nightmare. Since none of them could really swim on their own, yet. Another thud was heard from the top of the ship and Randy let out another uncomfortable shiver and placed down his wrench against the floor to keep his balance. He had been rocked despite this. What were the others and his boss? He tried grabbing onto some of the cargo expecting most of it to be tied down as a feline had advised. It also occurred to him, that he had been carrying around a large projectile that with the right force and direction could end up cracking someone’s lungs or skull. Deciding try and grip tighter onto that as it could end up in him or someone else otherwise.  

Randy began to quickly repeating to himself in his head. [i]I told him not to make a water landing right? Anything but in or on water.[/i] He continued to repeat this thought over and over again inside his head. He held tightly onto his wrench. He heard about the ship heading down and began repeating the words in his head again. [i]Anything but in or on water! much louder[/i]. It began to slip out from his lips somewhat in quite whispers that were unnoticed by him. He got down on his knees and bent his back over trying to ‘brace’ himself. Really trying to keeps his breath steady and body relaxed. 

The impact had sent Randy flying or perhaps sliding as if some unknown hand had thrown him toward a wall. He wrapped his arms around the large wrench and made the mistake of tensing up his arms. He felt like a ball be thrown. It was not until a moment later that things seemed to pace down. Felt like something was dropping.  He ached somewhat, but there was no time for that. He continued to focus on relaxed and deep breathing for a while, he felt somewhat puffy again like earlier. His head, definitely felt shaken. Someone had something, no idea what it was. His ears felt as if they were ringing. Seemed like the things were mostly over, and Randy began to look up from his curled up position. His lower back, tail and something else were stinging from the impact but it mostly came off as fuzzy or numb than anything else. Someone had cracked open a hole in the ship. Another bloody hole that would need patching. He groaned and got to his feet. Immediately tried to urge the others out and toward the new made exit or some new work to be done for later. Mostly by gesturing toward it with both his wrench and arms. He could not come up with something to say, and in this moment he would likely have not been able to say it at all.