[Bakan]

*Blinking himself awake, Bakan groans through the heat and pain. Shaking his head, he remembers dimly the last time he felt this crappy, when he lost his arm. Fortunaly unlike that time, there is no roaring pain from the lack of a limb, just overall soreness. Feeling the heat, he looks around, and sees what appears to be the ceiling on his chest. Thanking the makers of the heavy armor, Bakan manages to hit the emergency release and pulls himself out of the trapped suit. Grabbing the visor and putting it on, Bakan watches the flames. Remembering the airlocks, Bakan starts sprinting for them, hoping that his memory is correct.*

*A few seconds later, Bakan smiles as he sees the airlock. Hitting the emergency latch, the airlock springs open, revealing the vast expanse of the desert outside. Amusingly enough, despite the sunlight and warmth, it is cooler out there than inside the ship. That makes the choice easy for Bakan, get the hell off the ship. Fortunally, the slant was towards the surface, and the distance was not to far. Jumping out, Bakan rolls into a ball before landing, and rolls along the sandy dune. Picking himself back up, he looks at the wreckage of the ship, and sighs. Adjusting his visor, he switches it over to communications, setting it to the channel their unit was using previously.*

"This is Corporal Incom Morgan, can anyone read me here?"