[b]Rowan Zephyr[/b]

Rowan's eyes drifted open. He was not lying on anything tough, nor was he in any sort of debris. He remembers crashing. The mission had gone wrong. This upset him. He heard voices nearby, but he couldn't make out who was who, or what was said. He was still waking up. The voices began to clear soon enough. Some were familiar, others foreign. Some were recognizable. His leader was among the voices.

Rowan struggled, but he managed to lift himself into a seated position on the bed he was on. His sight confirmed the voices he recognized indeed belonged to others from the team. The ones he did not recognize belonged to an old man and a person whose species was unknown to him. The rest of the team were still unconscious. This was understandable, given what had just happened, but Rowan realized tha he was missing some of his belongings.

"Where is my gear?