[Planetkiller II]

*PK tapped the dent in his helmet gingerly, thanking his lucky stars he hadn't gone the way of Lieutenant DeLoran. Then he thought about what had happened. A hyperspace jump, virtually blind, the missile impact, then the... landing... ish. Which gave rise to another bad thought; what if the fusion reactors hadn't reacted well to being scraped across the desert? Quickly, he hopped up to the sensor console, simultaniously picking up his pulse rifle, which had landed on the floor, and coughing somewhat at the increasing ammounts of smoke. Upon finding the the console was as dead as the ex-Lieutenant, PK made for the ramp and open ground, coughing in an attempt to purge the thick smog from his lungs. He scrambled up the ramp, hopefully to somewhere more safe. He hit his radio, hoping too that that would still work*

"Lieutenant King to all surviving marines of the 45th. DeLoran's dead. The frigate's ruined. Report in. Who's left alive?"