He rubbed his forearms, trying to become more familiar with the new blades. He looked around the passenger shuttle and stretched his arms. Then he saw another one of his kind stand; White Meat. Another predator spoke up as White Meat passed by.

"Hey! White Meat's going to void himself again! Maybe we should change your name to Soft Meat?" Nox exchanged glances with a female predator, who rose to challenge the speaker.

"Everyone has voided themselves at least once. Everyone except you. Have you been on a ship before, hmm? How many times have you failed this hunt?" Nox laughed at this, along with the bulk of the others. White Meat entered the waste room and the door's lock hissed shut. The female sat back down, her seat next to Nox's.

"You shut him up quickly." Nox said with a laugh.

"He deserved it. They only make fun of White Meat because he hasn't proven himself, just like them." She replied softly.

"I think White Meat will show them, once we finally get there." Nox said and looked towards the cockpit of the shuttle. He turned back to the female predator and he saw her mouth open, but now words ever came out. At that same moment the ship bucked violently and fire flooded through the shuttle. Nox barely got out of its path, as the female pushed him over. He bounced into the air as the ship bucked heavily again and then everything went dark as power went out completely. Nox stood and felt around, but walked into a jagged piece of metal. He stumbled backwards, clutching the wound in his forehead and tripped over a body. He slipped out of consciousness slowly and all he could feel was the blood on his hands.

White picked himself up from the stinking waste room floor, shaking his head in disgust. A creaking sound, metal scraping against metal, brought him back to reality. He whirled around and began hammering at the door's edge, trying to bend it enough to get his fingers through. Something exploded and the floor shook, turning the creaking into a terrible groan. White braced himself against the back wall and kicked out with both feet, pounding the door off of its rail with a boom.
There was a screech as he tugged the door open and stumbled out into the ruined ship, a warm breeze blowing through the far end of the passenger compartment. Beyond was open air and forested hills, scarred by the gouged earth that marked their crash, and the ruined engineering section some five hundred meters away which was belching thick smoke swarming with glowing radioactive particles; the engine was ready to blow, taking the ship with it.
He roared an alarm and those that were able quickly staggered to their feet. One had lost their mask but seemed to be able to breathe quite comfortably. That's good, he thought, plenty of Methane. One of the others took him from his thoughts, "We need to take what we can and run."
White turned and quickly checked the cockpit, which was splattered with glowing life; all of the elders were dead, unrecognisably smashed, "Nothing here", he turned and was tossed a spear, "Let's go!"

Uruk joined Nox and they both examined the crash site. While Uruk was still figuring out what had gone wrong White and Nox were already heading to the crash site to find out if anything was left undamaged. He was alone in the sense that the guy standing next to him seemed to have no real understanding of what just happened. "It will faid." Uruk said as the guy started to stutter something incoherently.

"I think I found something!" White said as he cleared some debris.

"Maybe he left on his own?" Urkuk said.
"Lets hope he feeds the local animals so they don

It was nearing nightfall when they decided to quit searching. They had nog found much, some basic tools and such, the only notable finding was that they found one of the shoulder mounted weapons, although it had been damaged Uruk was sure he could fix it given enough time.
"It will be dark soon, lets head out and explore the area somemore and find the other guy before we get some rest." Nox said.
"It won't be dark for a very long time." Uruk commented as he fixed his tools on his belt and then streched out."
"What do you mean?" White asked.
"It has been sunset for a while now, a couple of hours. I'm pretty sure the sun will rise in a few seconds. But i'm not sure if there is a second sun or that the rotation speed is perfectly alligned with it."

White turned away from the forever setting sun and began to make his way down the side of the crater, his footfalls disturbing small pieces of rubble and dirt which hit the remains of the passenger compartment with a metallic tinkling sound, "The door rail in the waste room should make a good splint, but I don't know what you will tie it on with." From the semi darkness at the front of the compartment came a clang as White stood on what used to be the waste room door, "Oh yeah, I'd forgot about that." Crouching in the gloom he extended his wristblades and delicately worked the points under the rail, curled his fist, and then quickly pulled upwards in a rising ark. He did this again with his other hand, at the opposite end of the rail, and the length of construction grade metal came away easily.

White made his way back through the scorched and scarred remains, "This should be just the right size too." He proclaimed proudly. As he stepped back into the light of the forever red sun Uruk was speaking to Nox, "...of life support. I don't think we'll need it again." In his hands he held several lengths of cable.

The three stood wordlessly around Maskless for a moment or two, then suddenly Nox shouted, "Now!".
He dropped to the ground, braced his foot against Maskless' crotch and savagely pulled on his leg, causing the snapped bone to slither back into place and maskless to howl with pain. Quickly White pressed the splint to Maskless' leg, gripping the limb as hard as he could, and an instant later Uruk was tying the lengths of cable arounf the length and splint. As soon as he had tied the last knot he shouted, "Away!" And all three simultaneously leapt away from the howling maskless predator as he staggered to his feet brandishing both pairs of wristblades.

Maskless glared at the three, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Ow"