[h3][center]~~The Eventide Wreckage~~[/center][/h3]

The ship slammed into the forest, clipping the spire of a tall, ancient castle on the way down, piercing through the exhausted shields but leaving the rest of the ship intact - only for it to quickly slam into the ground not seconds after. The ship hit the ground at an awkward angle right on its nose, sending everyone inside of it flying into the nearest wall and sending the ship flipping over, rending and tearing the soft metal of the ship nearly in half.

Soon however, the chaos came to an end. The ship lodged itself against a large tree, debris scattered in a wide area, the purple metal easily picked out among the foliage, along with a few unfortunates that didn't make it.

"Jester!" 

A faint voice called out to her, cutting the fogginess of her mind like a knife. Familiar...president? No, she was back on the homeworld...Her head was swimming, a pulsing headache felt like it was threatening to tear her entire skull in half. Difficult to think...maybe if she just rested a little more...

"Sheistal! Don't you die on me you fool!" 

The pain was replaced by a cold, pleasant sensation, clearing the fogginess in her head. Urf, her head injury seemed to have been healed, but the rest of her body hurt all over. Did she break something? No good, no good. She couldn't entertain or advise if she was injured. 

"Hmm...ah, that's the voice of the ever so-serious research department head! Ah, saving me of all Ebon? And here I was worried you'd leave little ol' me to rot- gah." She laughed loudly, finally opening her eyes as her face was met with a firm smack from her subordinate. The other Ebon was dressed in a simple black and blue robe, long white hair tied in various ornamental fashions as per usual. He was applying pressure to a wound on her side, a small pool of water over his hand healing whatever wound she had to the best of his ability.

"Shuddap, you. You're not in good shape." He grunted, moving one of his hands over the rest of her body, the water following his touch. Shael groaned, the cool feeling spreading through the rest of her body as the comforting twilight filled her being, mending her wounds. She placed a hand over her stomach. Ah, she really wasn't in good shape, wasn't she?

"Ah, ah, but with you taking care of me I have naught to worry, hee hee - ack - oh that hurts...laughing hurts..." Her laugh faded off into a series of pained wheezes. "At least your gentle touch is comforting, hee!"

"You're lucky you didn't get anything vital hit." He continued in a much more serious tone, pulling his hands away from her body. "Can you stand, Jester?" Pulling her hand from her stomach, Shael slowly pulled her legs towards her and putting some weight on them. One of the downsides of being an Ebon was a constantly weak physical constitution. It was no secret that their bodies were weak - the weakest of the races on their homeworld even. Even a simple injury might be fatal should they be careless.

"Ah, I can stand. Legs are more wobbly than the presidents when people flirt with her, though, hehe!" She giggled before devolving into a series of coughs again. "Ah, it still hurts..." Shaking some dizziness out of her head, Shael moved her body in an odd fashion. Arms, extended upwards before twisting them around and putting them behind her. Legs lifted behind her head one at a time, before extending one fully outwards, twirling slowly and curving it until bringing it to a rest. And of course, lastly, turning her head completely around and turning it a full ninety degrees. Nothing seemed broken or wrong. "Hmhm, Many thanks, Jessiel!" She began walking, the science wing of the ship seemed relatively intact, and a few other Ebon were already salvaging things from the wreckage. A few of the deceased had been collected and laid in neat rows outside.

"Ah, so morbid." She mused, standing on a single foot as she observed the wreckage. "How many are left?"

"Out of the twenty five assigned to the Eventide, thirteen of us remain." Jessiel replied. "Of those that remain, we have made efforts to heal to the best of our ability. Some will need some bed rest, however."

"Well better for them to return to the Twilight than be trapped here." She mused brightly. Must remain positive! Positivity always made things go so much better. "The Eventide? Does it return to the Twilight, or will a new dawn rise?"

"The ship...does not look good." He replied, motioning for Shael to follow. "You somehow managed to save most of the science bay, though we lost the cryo chamber. We still have the fabricator and much of the science equipment. The engines are completely trashed, though the wormhole drive is still intact. We could likely have what techs remain fix it fairly soon, should we find some materials. We have enough food stuffs and ammo to last a few months, so that shall likely not be an issue." He glanced up towards the night sky of the planet. "Assuming this planet seems to have a breathable atmosphere, we could stay here for some time before needing to leave I imagine - and some of the men mentioned ruins or something not far from here." Ooh, what was that? Ruins? Breathable atmosphere - could it be? Another inhabited planet like their own? Oh glorious day, fabulous day! Perhaps this bad luck was turning into a fortuitous event indeed!

"Ah, ah, what wonders! Ruins you say? Perhaps this planet is inhabited!" Shael quickly walked away from the ships wreckage, not taking her injuries into account when she twirled around, addressing the crew at large. "Hey-o! Ebon, this is the so great and attractive jester speaking!" She waited for the assembled Ebon to quiet down. "Everyone that's able, set up a perimeter. Can't have anything unfriendly spooking us, no! Grab those rifles, but only use them if fired upon first! Jessiel, I'm leaving you in charge."

"W-wait your injuries!"

And with that, Shael sprinted away from the ship. She'd do some scouting herself - she was the one best suited for it, after all. None of the others had training in the magical arts. Well, they did...and they were likely better than she was. But she couldn't let them upstage her show, no! Ars IV and Ars XII were perfect for this situation. She could see as if the sun was setting, and she wasn't likely to be noticed except by those with significant arcane or scientific prowess. Where was she heading? That ruin Jessiel mentioned. Perhaps she could learn something from all of this! A cursory examination was needed, after all!

"...and she's gone." Jesseil sighed, rubbing the side of his head. "Didn't even get to tell her about the other probable crashed ships...Alright you all." Jesseil addressed the rest of the Ebon. "You heard Jester Sallatha. Form a defensive perimeter, but don't show any hostilities. I want nothing getting near us without us noticing!"