The Devastator Has Landed

"Well we're afloat. Now what ?" Truman looked over to Commander Soliel. Toran looked over the Devastator's (The name the Marines had given the runabout the USS Ohio.) main control panel. The lights on the panels flickered on and off and ideas quickly ran through his head.

"We have one operational thruster. Let's see if it'll work." Toran fired up the last remaining thruster and the Devastator began to pick up speed, cutting across the water. Water could be seen being re-routed around the invisible shield that kept the Runabout afloat. The shoreline grew bigger in the main viewport, and the Devastator's occupants held on as the large shuttle moved at speeds upwards of one hundred plus knots towards the shore.

"I don't wanna add insult to injury, but the main thruster system is beginning to fail !" Truman tried punching some more info into a wall panel, but the panel blinked out.

"Figures." Toran punched the last thruster full force. The Devastator flew forward, gaining even more speed. The speed indicator on the flickering control panel climbed quickly. '100kph. 150kph. 200kph.....'

"Hold onto your butts !" Jon yelled behind him. His hands quickly flew over the blinking co-pilots control panel, making small course adjustments. Then, the Devastator hit, quickly skidded across the sand of the beach, on the cushion of vacuum held in by the shields. Then, the shields gave out and the Devastator slid to a halt on the beach.

Silence was the only sound in the runabout for nearly an hour. Second Lieutenant Gleason was the first to rise. Shaking his head, he took a look around the rear compartment of the vessel. Stumbling to his feet, he moved forward into the control compartment. Upon entering, he found Commander Soliel with his head resting on the control panel infront of him. Major Phanan was also laying across the forward controls. Second Lieutenant Jack Truman was laying on the floor. Gleason moved next to Truman, and gave him a slap to the face. Jack quickly woke up.

"Dammit !" Jack looked around. "What happened ?"

"Welcome ashore sailor." Gleason replied. He then proceeded to wake up the rest of the "Command" crew onboard.

Once everyone was up and moving, they set up a camp in the treeline next to shore. Commander Soliel was overseeing the construction of a shelter made out of a plant resembling bamboo. Phanan was sat in the Devastator along with Second Lieutenant Truman attempting to get the communications beacon of the Runabout active again. For now, this would be their new home.