[center][h3][b][color=00ff00]J'eon the Blacksmith[/color][/b][/h3][/center]

"I've never seen so large a piece of sky metal," the Glen staring intently in awe as he pointed at the fireball. "Usually it's small chunks, but they hit the ground so very hard! I do not know what will happen when such a large rock hits. It may shatter or bury itself deep in the ground."

J'eon turned towards the others. 

"This will be a story long told among the clans."

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[center][h3][b][color=00ff00]Jack Mallory, X.O. [/color][/b][/h3][/center]

Jack swallows. A safe place to put down?

"Captain, we've got mountains, a lake, and more mountains," the X.O. reports. "My respects to the pilot, but if we can't do a soft landing, we need to aim for the lake."

"We're likely to flood, so we'll need to get everyone off the ship and to shore as quickly as possible. It'll be tight in the lifepods, but a very short distance."

[i]But...[/i]

"Only thing is, I can't reach anyone on the radio. If we stay in the water, we're likely to lose the Jo' before rescue arrives. Our best bet to save the ship is to keep the drive going and skim for the shoreline. If we can push enough of ourselves out of the water, we should be okay."

[i]And at least a year or more in repair yards,[/i] Jack scowls, [i]and testifying in front of boards and committees about what we should have done and questioning everything. Then another year to get the Jo' recertified. Assuming whoever was behind the attack on them didn't try again. Two years, maybe more, wasted![/i]