Neil helped Woods to her feet, making sure she wasn't hurt anywhere. When she laughed and protested, Neil backed off and they shared a smile. Though it quickly was wiped off of his face when he heard the unmistakable sound of a knee to the face, and Neil spun and blinked just in time to see Sayeeda threatening the troops and storming out, past Sven and the others. Neil was afraid suddenly. Woods stepped beside him. "Is she ok?" 

York had also seen, stepping out and opening his mouth. Neil grabbed the man by the shoulder, interrupting him. "Wait wait...just let her be." Neil advised. York looked bemused at the whole spectacle, and Neil could tell he would likely cite the procedure of striking a man of a terran outfit. But instead he asked 'Why the devil she was in such a fit." 

"I don't know." Neil said, holding him back. "But you don't want to lose group cohesion so early, particularly by making Sayeeda even more angry. I'd rather fight Saxon." 

"Neil can we get a damage report." the Captain's voice barked on the comm. Neil visibly nodded, even though she wasn't around to see. "Y-yeah, you got it." 

Neil grabbed a jacket from his quarters and headed out of the loading area, the bay doors now firmly set in the snowy ground. As soon as he stepped out, he felt the icy wind cutting into him. He could see vast and tall trees, seemingly having crash landed in a Coniferous forest. He went around to the back to check the damaged hull. As he did so, Saxon stepped out in full armor, even his bestial head now encased in Xarconian metal and plascrete. Sven wore his normal beggar rags and cloak, seemingly unaffected by the weather. 

Woods called to her men, and they stepped out in a practiced fashion, keeping eyes on their 12 o'clock, 8 o' clock, and 4 with rifles raised. Their winter gear now switched to white rather than the standard black, and goggles set above their eyes to put on and see through various forms of vision at a moment's notice. York stepped out with them, also only wearing a light jacket and seemingly able to take the weather much like Sven. 

Once Neil had taken a look at the ship's perimeter, he called back to Sayeeda on the comm. "She's still able to fly, but not nearly at peak capacity, and the shields are damaged. We might take one standard hit before we're open to any attack. The...looks like the landing gear is also out of alignment, should be easy to fix though. The bad news is, we don't have much power left. I can maybe make it out of here but I can't go to any other system before I get more power cylinders." 

"I trust you can fix that." she said bluntly, and the comm was shut off before he could reply. 

"...Sure," he said to himself, and sighed. 

Before them, trees stood tall, and a wall of white emanated off them as the wind whipped. Behind them, past the tree line, a mountain of fire licked the sky. 
[@Penny]