[center][h1][color=lightblue]Kalina Kovalic[/color][/h1][/center]

Would that they didn't have a job to do. For some reason, Kalina found the sight of the Petrified Forest fascinating, especially when the crash was adding a good deal of flame and ruin to the whole picture. There was probably something profound to say about it, but there also wasn't any time for that when she was on duty.

While Morden and Valerie started investigating the area, Kalina took the same track as Gerard and began checking the bodies scattered around the area. She searched through two. A half dozen. A dozen. The results were...strange. 

The majority died of obvious causes: burns or trauma indicative of the airship crash. But no small few were full of bullet holes, of all things. A boarding attempt would explain why the airship suddenly went down over Rassvet airspace. Or, judging from the fact that most of the uniforms were similar, a mutiny. How curious. She wasn't going to complain about Vangar soldiers killing each other, though. If only they all did.

A hacking cough from deeper in the wreckage drew Kalina's attention, and she rushed towards the source of the sound, her gunblade materializing in one hand. By the time she cleared the wreckage, she'd found the cause:

This old veteran looked like he was barely holding on, his left leg looked burnt to all hell, and a trio of smoldering holes in his chest suggested he was shot by something closer to a lightning bolt than a bullet. His sternum raised slightly and elicited a rough wheeze as the Kali approached. As Kali checked his pulse, the eyes shot open- a glowing grey; the telltale insignia of a Vangar Royal Knight- that or overexposure to the Mist. The man jerked forward, his arm suddenly grabbing at Kali with a vice grip stronger than steel. 

“The Princess..!” He wheezed, his eyes darting back and forth for a moment, almost as if they were seeing through the woman, searching for something, before they rolled back in his skull. The grip released and the man collapsed in Kali’s grasp, his last breaths weak and haggard. 

Kalina frowned as the old man gave his last words, rising and turning away from him without any more care for the fresh corpse. Justice was right, then. This was the ship that princess from the news was on. Kalina might not have truly cared about the political mess this was, but she knew enough that it would draw undue attention to Barghest Squad for finding this in the first place. In other words, a headache waiting to happen. 

She regrouped with the others, her weapon still in hand.

[color=lightblue]"No survivors. Most of them died from the crash, but there were bullet holes in a few. Boarding attempt or mutiny, probably the latter."[/color] Kalina reported crisply. 

[color=lightblue]"One of them was still breathing when I found him. Old. Might've been a Royal Knight, judging from the eyes. Cause of death looked like magic, and he muttered something about a princess before he expired. Looks like you were right on the money about the princess, Boss."[/color] She nodded to Justice, seeming completely unaffected by the sight of a man dying in front of her eyes. Or over any of the corpses, really.