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Sarluna is a small planet close to the path of the Gilgamesh. It is assumed to be empty of intelligent life, although it does have a human sustainable atmosphere and eco-system. In certain regions it is very tropical and filled with lush jungle plants and various animals. A Triadic outpost is located in the jungle but is seldom in use.

It was never successfully populated due to the high range of natural predators who would gladly feed on humans. The Kore argued that the planet should dispose of said predators and force colonize the planet, but voluntarily exterminating alien species (intelligent or not) is a violation of the triadic code. For this reason the planet remains uninhabited except for the occasional government employees and students who come to study planet and its life.

Jarred had, while trying to get into the damned suit, gotten himself tangled, and realized that he wouldn't be able to get to the other half of the ship before they entered atmo, which was happening at that very moment. He threw himself into a harness, strapping in, and resigned to cry later about his ship, only to discover that the Gilgamesh, despite the interference of the atmosphere, was moving close enough to the Grushdeva that he was able to pilot it some-what gently into what looked to be something soft and unharmful to a ship. Best he could do, riding in a busted rock falling from the sky. He hoped his ship was alright as he gritted his teeth against the vibrations.

A storage compartment with in the prison section of the downed Gilgamesh began to spew obscenities in a very long line as it crashed. A foot kicking through a cell door as the brute ex fighter slowly limped his way out, holding his arm a bit as it bled a great deal, it had every right to as well, a bone sticking out of his fore arm. ".....F**K.......kay....gotta just..." The fighter applying pressure and quickly shoves it back into place. "GAH! DAMMIT! SONOFAMOTHER....." he bites his lower lip, hard to ease some pain a bit as he looks around the slightly tilted prison bay. Lights seeming to flicker around and everything thrown everywhere would be a nice way of saying it. Taking his other arm and rubbing a bit of blood from his forehead, he begins searching around for any remains of the medical facility. Having apparently not been present for when they evaced the prison section, he had taken a break from going back to his L33T searching to take a rest in a cell....Atleast it was a small space that didnt rock him around too much. His bloodied and battered body though still was pretty damaged. "...Im gonna need to sit down a bit." he says to himself as he manages to climb down and up over rubble and debris to find the remnants of the med center and begins working with scraps and different things he finds to make a splint for his arm.


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Myke glances to L33t and a smile comes to his face. "Buddy! Where the hell have you been, Ive been looking everywhere for you." he says, he would raise his arm bit cringes slightly from the pain. Hearing the low whistle he smiles a bit. "Ah dont worry about me pal, Ive had worse injuries. Its no big deal." he says and turns over to Syx. "....Dunno what to tell you Marshall...Buuut." sarcasm in his voice." I can guess we probably crashed somewhere."

Myke turns and looks at L33t and follows the little Robot over towards the medical supplies, while he is at it, begins to take down his bright orange upper prison garbs. A large and brightly colored tattoo upon his back. A dragon, scales of fiery crimson and wingspan running in a wide cresent as fire seems to spew from the dragon's maw. IT was a very detailed peice of artwork upon his back and seemed not to have a single scratch or nick in him from the crash on that spot. "....L33t if you can, find me a bottle of anestesia, Morphine, or Codine, anything works." he says, finding new wounds such as burns along his the front of his shoulders. "...Y'know Marshall I think we are the only two here....my question is where exactly here is.....think we hit some place?" he asks glancing back.

FLicking his shirt out to get the dust out of it and putting the prison garb back on to cover his back, Myke would glance over to the sneeking green coloring showing through. "Well...We certainly dont wanna sit around in here the whole time." he says nodding. "Think you can fit through that little opening in there?"

Myke looks at the opening and grumbles a bit as he begins to stomp and dig against the ground a bit like a dog with one arm. Making the crawl space bigger and bigger until he felt it was sufficient and would slowly crawl his way out, it was a tight fit for the most part but he managed to squeeze out and would slowly pick himself up, holding his wounded arm a bit he would glance around the terrain of green and became concerned. "....I dont like it here already.....Come on L33t the Med stuffs can wait buddy lets go!" he calls to his little robo friend.

((No offence taken...although I am curious...as to why you put this up now...instead of my initial first post. neutral and why, while numerous parties have been on, you are the only one mentioning it. But I can change things up if need be, *Had intended to have his character wander aimlessly alone eventually, could speed it up if need be*))