“I know the way through the ship,” she interjected. “You’ll need me. Kara won’t know who you are.” Though it most likely didn’t matter. A rescue team was a rescue team.

+ closest shore.

Was it in the water with them?

The splash of metal caused her to turn, yelping out as she stumbled away. Quinn wasn’t a fighter, or… she had never considered herself a fight. Now?

She was alive. That was all that mattered. And for that to continue staying true, she had to get out of this lake. Quinn followed Lorelei towards the+

+ destroyed the ship.

“It’s got acid. Acid in its blood,” she tried to explain, her head pounding from the impact. Definitely had at least a small concussion.

“Don’t use knives.” She thought it would be helpful for them to know, unaware they were seasoned experts.

She wanted to run screaming from this place but if there was a chance Tara was alive, she had to go with them.
Pulling off the pieces of the spacesuit, she took an extra moment to reset her own arm.

In the cockpit somewhere was her rivet gun. She had gotten one good shot on it… and almost +

+ lifeline to try to keep those things at bay.

“Who owns this planet? What company?” She coughed, trying to wipe the water off her face. “Where’s the nearest city?”

“I didn’t have a fucking choice,” she snaps, voice cracking as she tried to right herself.

“The ship was floating dead in the water, the escape pods were fucking gone. What, was I supposed to just sit up there, wait for that thing to get me?” The company had left her for fucking dead, cut her +

“Big thing, black carapace. It… it got the others.” Radioactive? Shit, shit, shit. She didn’t question who her rescuers were or why they seemed ready for this threat.

“It took Kara, killed the others. She… she might still be in there.” Quinn knew the odds were slim but if there was a chance…

head, chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. She pulled herself to the shore, spitting out the lake water that had gotten into her mouth.

“There’s—. There’s more on the ship. Something big. Don’t—. Don’t let it escape!”

With the last of her strength, she did as the stranger directed. She tossed it, falling forward into the water, the bulky suit making fine movements almost impossible.

As she pushed herself out of the water, she could hear the crawler popping in the air.

Quinn ripped the helmet off of her +

Quinn awoke with a pained gasp, her helmet cracked and arm bending at a wrong angle. She had lived. Now she had to get away from this ship before that thing recovered and came after her.

Climbing through the broken front shield, she rolled out into the shallows, coughing. “Jesus fuck..”

She was aiming for the water.

She had to land this thing.

She had to survive.

From the ship’s speakers, the automated voice spoke. “Life Support offline. Autopilot offline. Gravity offline. Temperatures reaching critical levels.

The HyperDyne corporation thanks you for your compliance and prompt attention to all these matter.”

She wasn’t a pilot. She had done trainings before, but those simulations were one thing.

She could hear that thing in the vents above her. It was trying to find a way in. The suit’s helmet fogged as she breathed raggedly. She had to get out of this ship.