Read: - - - - ----- Book landed the shuttle a short distance away from the crash site to avoid the debris. He laid a comforting hand on Inara’s shoulder as he passed the weeping companion on his way out the airlock. Save the injured first, console the grieving later. As he reached the door, an odd scratching noise drew his attention back into the shuttle. He turned to see River, awake and silently terrified, scrambling away from him and clawing desperately at the far bulkhead. He glanced down at Inara, but the companion was in no condition to tend to the girl. “It’s okay, River. I’m just going to go see to the others,” Book reassured her. “They may be hurt, and in need of –” “no! don’t…killers…murderers…run!” River was nearly apoplectic with fear. Book considered explaining that not all of the crew were responsible for her brother’s death; that it was the result of one grief-stricken former soldier taking refuge in anger and violence. But there were more pressing concerns than even this girl’s tenuous mental state at the moment. As he stepped out into the barren desert, he paused to survey the damage. It was worse than he had expected. Shuttle two lay twisted and smoldering, propped up precariously against a rocky outcropping. Black, smoking debris lay everywhere. It would be a miracle if even one of the crew survived the landing. “wait! no! don’t…don’t…” River’s frightened whimpers followed him out of the shuttle. Book pushed up his sleeves. He had better get started. As he approached the downed shuttle, he spotted a charred figure that had been thrown clear of the wreckage. The body lay unmoving,
Would it be greedy of me to ask for more? :D
Oh well, I'll do it any way. More please. :)
You can't take the sky from me
And--hey!--you figured out how to do embedded hyperlinks--good job ;-)
Shiny work!
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