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Maybe it was the smell of smoke that woke him or the fact that his everything hurt - but something finally made Lar’ja open his eyes. The small ship had, apparently, crashed. He shouldn’t have been surprised, as bad luck seemed to follow him everywhere. A growl that turned into a coughing left him, and a clawed hand pawed at the straps holding him in the chair. Breathing hurt. Maybe because a piece of metal was stuck in his chest. Wherever the hell that one had come from.
With a groan, he pushed himself out of the chair and steadied himself against the wall and panels to not fall. He heavily pressed a button so the doors would open - and by some miracle it worked - and he grabbed the medkit, but didn’t get much farther than that. Leaning against the wall, he slowly sunk down to the floor while gazing out behind the biomask to Earth’s nature. He would only rest for a little while and then deal with the wounds that covered his body.
