Carter let out a rasping cough as the lights of the Waverider flickered on and off, casting dim light and dark shadows throughout the cockpit. He flinched as sparks exploding somewhere close to his head, the straps of the Captain’s seat the only thing keeping him held safe without falling forward with the angle of the ship as it had nosedived into the ground, the front stirrups having buckled upon impact.
“Sorry, Gideon.” He winced, feeling along his bruised ribs for any sign of a crack, letting out a relieved breath when he didn’t find any. “I never was much of a pilot.” He muttered. There was enough power for another jump, if need be, but he knew Gideon would need a few hours before being back at full strength - she wasn’t even wasting the energy to berate him for his sloppy landing. But Sara... she was gone, and he had no clue where she went, and it had been timed all too well with Gideon’s alert of an anomalous disaster in Central City. Carter knew to trust his instinct, and his instinct told him this was bad, that a lot of people, including his captain, were in trouble.
He hadn’t even thought about if any of the others were onboard, or that he had never so much as glanced at the Waverider’s controls, before jumping into the captain’s seat. Flying a ship was a far cry from flying himself, but he had been determined, and a little fool-hardy, and a lot scared. He grunted as he undid his seatbelt, tumbling forward out of the seat and landing hard against the thick shielded glass of the cockpit window. He rolled himself off, righting himself onto the diagonally slanted floor to treck his way to the loading bay, thumping the button to release the doors and stumble out.
“Alright...” He sighed, nodding as he looked at the empty lot he had managed to crash-land the Waverider in, whatever had been housed there before little more than a few scraps of sheet metal sticking from the ground. “Where are we, Gideon.” He muttered to himself, knowing the AI wouldn’t be able to respond as he moved towards what he could only surmise to be a nearby warehouse, from its vague outline in the dark. The streets were eerily devoid of light, and wherever he was he couldn’t seem to spot the brighter urban areas of the city off in the distance. The only indication he had of this place not being completely devoid of life was noise from the building he steadily trudged his way towards.
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