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

The sudden stop that pushed Jack against the seatbelts knocked the air out of his lungs, leaving him gasping for a few moments before he managed to inhale as he shuddered in his seat from the effort. His hand found the release and the straps slitter away, and he leaned over the console, breathing raggedly while wincing at the pain in his chest. When he felt his breathing return to normal, he sat up and grabbing the mic for the ship's intercom, switching it to the general circuit.

"All departments, make a casualty and damage assessment and report in," he drawls, trying to sound reassuringly calm, as if this had just been another routine landing. "Uh, all passengers, report any emergency to the crew members in your area. Please avoid moving from your current compartment until further notice."

[i]Well, that's it for the Jo,[/i] Jack scowled. [i]There's no way the certification board will allow her to fly again. They're going to have to start from scratch.[/i]