[center][h1][color=A7E6EC]Howlite[/color][/h1][/center]
 
It looked like they hadn’t lost anyone. That was good. She wasn’t sure how she would have handled the guilt of having hurt one of the others with the crash. Chromite assured her that the crash was not her fault, Howlite was not so sure that those who had assigned them the mission would see it that way. Still, that was a problem for later.
 
[color=A7E6EC]”Alright, those of you helping with the drill, come with me. As for anyone who isn’t made for heavy lifting, it would be helpful if you could go out and find us some dry land where we can unload stuff onto”[/color]
 
With that she hurried over to the door, opened it, closed it again, went and got the gem equivalent of a fire extinguisher, opened the door again and then slowly cleared a path through the partially burning corridor to the cargo hold.
 
Inside was the drill and a bunch of other equipment of lesser importance. She touched one of her mechanical limbs to the wall and made the ship open the doors at one end of the hold, revealing the marshy outsides and just how close the ship was to sinking into the muck. At this point they were joined by the two remaining drones the ship had, things that looked like a hybrid between a spider and a tow truck. One began loading the various other equipment onto itself while the other Howlite climbed on top of and got to carefully grab one end of the drill.
 
[color=A7E6EC]”If you could grab the other end and lift it we can get moving.”[/color] she called to anyone who had come with her