Hay started to hobble after Six, it was slow, but he was at least moving. The pain was still present though. The shot had dulled it greatly, but he knew that he'd be in agony in a few hours time.

Ryder began to follow close behind Hay, but he couldn't help but look behind him after ever few steps. His loyalty was unrivaled and Varus was one of the first people to show him kindness. He didn't know many things, but a loyalty was something he prided himself on being more solid than stone. He slowed his walk and turned around, flitting between Jack and Six. He knew he had to help Hay, but ever muscle in his body was telling him to find Varus.

Hay took notice when he stopped, "Hey, what's wrong. We need to keep moving, come on."

Six slowed his pace, keeping slightly ahead of the behemoth and pilot, but still hovering near them. It was ... strange. The Dawn was strange. He didn't have another word for it. He figured once Hark was with him, it'd even out more for the spy--right now he was a green among people he didn't know, doing mission parts that he wasn't used to, and it'd be jolting for anyone. He turned when Hay called for the other, and stopped fully.

"If he wants to go help look for Varus, I s'pose he can. Taerys is quick, she'll be back with us soon enough I'm sure." He cracked a slight grin under his mask that couldn't be seen--but the humour could still be picked up in the shrug of his shoulders, lazy toss of his limbs. "Jack gets mad, just point 'er at me."

Ryder made a quick turn back to Six, half understanding him, but whether he took his words as an OK to leave or if he finally made up his mind, he went to all fours and began to bound after Rennac and Jack. IN a few seconds he cleared the few hundred feet gap and was with the two. He let out a low moan, a hybrid between a dog's whine and a whale's call, then he began to help search the area, following no pattern or semblance of order.

Hay on the other hand looked back at Six with an incredulous look, turning back to Ryder quickly as he bound off. "No don't go, we need to stick together!" He said in a rather panicked fashion. Ryder was the one person who could carry him and he was the most likely to protect him. He was huge and had his tail, and armor, and really big guns. With him gone, Hay couldn't help but fret for his life.

Rennac scanned through each piece of debris that he found on the ground, looking at the grass leading away for any disturbance to indicate if Varus had gotten up and ran somewhere. When Jack spoke up it did at least catch him by surprise. "Worked in Black Ops for the last half of my career before the whole virus thing came up. After being asked to make viruses for finding dissidents and rebels before paying a rather unfriendly visit to their entire families they considered me an expert in the field. Not to mention being trusted to keep my trap shut after being the equivalent of one of the Alliance's wetwork operatives for years. The Dawn was one of the ships that were listed to get the first upgrade. I figured it was time I get out of the wetwork business for the Alliance." The wolfen was rather bitter when he spoke but none of it was toward Jackdaw. It was all focused on those who had him kill off entire families just because they were related to some nutjob or another, or worse some political opponent. His melancholy was cut off by that weird ass whale call of a roar from Ryder. Facepalming he turned back to look at the lizard. "Keep it down, if Varus is injured having LESS attention would mean we could get him out of her more safely." He knew Jackdaw would be pissed, mentally preparing for more strife within the group.

Jackdaw couldn't definitively say she cared about the history Rennac was laying out. But all the same it held significance, and she would do well to remember it if for nothing else but knowledge's sake. She'd listened to plenty of people preen their resumes, and it was part of the reason she never asked; to her Rennac seemed like the type to do so, but she wasn't sure, and she listened anyway. At the very least she could assume he was alright with a gun, and push that worry from her mind until further notice.

She might have gone on, but the familiar wail of the giant man sounded out behind them. She scowled beneath her helmet and turned to face him as he approached, running like some wild animalm and she wondered for a moment how he was recruited onto the Dawn. He was strong, he could break things, but he had the mind of a small animal, and the loyalty of a dog. Normally, that would be good, but Varus wasn't here, worse, he might be injured, and as far as Jackdaw saw, it was making Ryder a complication.

Wordlessly, she went back to searching. Nothing would come from yelling at Ryder that wouldn't come from yelling at a child, or a pet. If he was so dead set on making sure Varus was okay, they'd find him -or what was left of him- faster for it.

Six put a hand on Hay's shoulder, offering a few words of comfort. "He wouldn't be much use to us with his focus on Varus anyway. The three of them will find him faster, and we'll all be grouped back up quicker."

Perhaps a bit hollow--Hay was correct that they were a little less safe without Ryder there, but Six didn't think he would have been much use in the unfocused state he was in. Just another instance of the infiltrator wishing his partner was there, Hark would have been excellent for this kind of guard and guide ... but then, he'd been wishing Hark was there since the first night alone in his new bunk.

Hay shrugged off Six's arm, "We need to go. We need to get to the colony now." He said in a quick and panicked fashion. "We don't know what's out here." Without saying another thing he began his hobble towards the colony, it was slow, maybe as fast as a brisk walk, but it was as fast as he could go. He didn't care is he was going to catch up to Tearys, he couldn't be out here. Something took out their ship and it would take him out in a moment's notice, if given the chance.

Ryder kept up his search, his metal limbs and guns on his back clanking and grinding as he bound all over, upturning massive hunks of metal, some as big has him. tossing them over to check the undersides.

A few more minutes, and Jackdaw might have ordered them to move on. And then what? There was no more scrap, and the land, though duned by the crash, was all visible from the high point they were atop. All of it except for the very bottom the massive pile. But that changed rather quickly.

When she turned, the weight she'd put on the cusp of the dirt hill proved too much, and it caved beneath her. She was used to the sensation of falling, it was what she was designed for after all, but the surprise that accompanied the movement of her stomach into her chest was not appreciated, and what followed her sudden plummet was a fierce, angry shout. The hill was not flat-faced, so she was airborne only for a few moments before her back hit the dirt and she rolled head over heels, managing to turn herself over on the way down. The rest of the trip was a slide down towards a hard steel ground of scrap, and her leading foot hit with enough speed and force for the gripping claws on the bottom of her boot to jam through a piece of steel. The claws weren't long, but they dug in well, well enough that she couldn't kick the metal off. With an aggravated sigh, she laid back to get a good hold, angled her leg up and away. Normally she couldn't use the jets implanted into her heels outside of drops, it was loud, uncomfortable, and when she wasn't hooked up to a power source, temporarily drained a considerable amount of her armor's power supply. But they were in a rut as it was, and she figured they could spare a few minutes for her to recover.

A single committing thought was all it took to start the sequence. There was a light hum of build up, followed immediately by sharp, loud crack of air shattering around her foot as the jet on her heel burst to life. The sheet of steel rocketed away, smacking into the ground in the distance with a molten hole at its center, and rips from the claws. It felt for a moment like she couldn't breathe, and when the air came rushing back it wasn't enough. Her armor felt like it was crushing her all of the sudden and the heat was suffocating. Her helmet collapsed, folding away piece by piece until it was settled back into the node on the back of her neck, and she gasped a few times to fill her lungs.

After a few moments, she looked down, mainly to check her foot, but then something caught her eye. It was a piece of scrap, curved by force like an egg. But she could see something else, something not metal, or scrap. It looked like a seat, or the edges of one. Her brow furrowed, but her chest welled up in surprise.

"Hey!" she called, in case somehow the others had not heard the earlier commotion. She slide down the rest of the way, landing beside the peculiar mass, leveraging herself against the base of the dirt hill and pushing it over to see what was beneath. "Hey!"

Six let Hay push the limb away, and started ahead again, keeping a bit closer this time--still just slightly in front of Hay, but letting the other man push their speed where he liked it.

Ryder's head perked up when Jack's little bit of commotion started, taking a few cautious steps. When she called though, that perked his interest. Either she was hurt, trapped, or in trouble, or she found something. He began to briskly walk over on all fours, once he reached the edge he peered over and cocked his head to one side, looking down at the girl.

Hay kept moving forward, but had to say, "Look Six, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be like this, but I don't want to die. I'm a pilot, not some soldier." He said, down trodden but still moving on.

She pushed and shoved but to no avail, whatever was trapped beneath the seat and the scrap was going to require more than just her to be freed. When she heard Ryder plodding along above, she turned, yelling up at him.

"Get down here! I think I found him!"

Six turned to face him--no expression could be seen beneath the mask, but his hands lifted in an apologetic gesture. He kept walking, backing up--probably not a smart move, but he didn't have too terribly much to say. "Oh, I understand completely--were it not for the crash, you'd be ... well, maybe not safe, but safe-er on a ship right now. You're hurt and scared, it's a completely natural state to be in." He smoothly turned on his heal, stride not breaking, and continued leading the pilot forward. "We'll catch up to Taerys, and I'll bet Jackdaw and her team are just behind us."

Once Jack said that she may have found him, Ryder became ecstatic, literally leaping off the cliff and landing, two metal hands on the scrap heap, the last two, and most on his weight on his feet, making a thundering slam and indenting his feet about 3 inches into the soft ground. He almost immediately began to pry at the hulk, his armored and powered paws, rending metal to crack open the shell.

Hay let his head fall down once again. He knew this was illogical. He was military, even if he wasn't a soldier. He should have not lost his cool like that. And while he still wasn't "cool" he was getting a tad better. And who knows, Ryder has a knack for doing things, they shouldn't be that far behind.

Rennac ran toward the commotion from Jack, smiling to himself that they finally got some leeway. He ran and leaped onto the hill's decline, this time measuring it up and sliding down till he was at the spot Jack indicated. Of course, Ryder was already rending at the metal, the wolfen knowing to keep his distance if he didn't want to get impaled by a thrown piece of ship hull or given an accidental metallic backhand. Instead he turned to Jack who looked quite winded. "Jack, you alright? Cant imagine a fall like that would knock THIS much out of you." He smirked in his helmet and started to lend a hand with lifting the metal from the side. If nothing else it might take some pressure off of Varus inside till Ryder could rend the metal out of the way between the ship's hull and Varus.

Jackdaw watched Ryder begin to tear the scrap heap apart, leaning back against the dirt mound for a few scarce moments of rest. She wasn't used to being so drained, and so fast; her skin felt like it was covered by a layer of wet salt, she could feel the dirt sticking to the back of her neck, and tumbling down the false-skin. By the time Rennac had made his way down the hill, she'd caught her breath, and took a vulture like position around the heap, scouring with her eyes for any sign of the captain.

When Rennac made his remark, her only response was a furrowing of the brows before her helmet reformed around her head and clicked itself shut. Heat be damned, she wasn't going to take up any more time.

Swiftly rounding a corner, the Varyx crouched down against an outside wall of one of the outer buildings of the settlement, one poison-tipped dagger in hand. Getting in was surprisingly easy. Too easy. Whoever was here - if there was anyone actually here - clearly wasn't afraid of being found. Taerys imagined that they could have sealed this place off tight if it was in their interests. Either that, or they just didn't expect anyone to come down to investigate and they weren't prepared. It was never going to be that option, not if they had the technology to take down an entire colony. Nevertheless, she just needed to be careful as ever and it'd be fine. First things first: find any evidence of a conflict. There'd have to be colonists somewhere, dead or alive. From a first glance, though, it didn't seem like there'd been any kind of retaliation. That was never a good thing.

Ryder took a grip at a large metallic piece and using one of his feet to hold the hulk down. A high screech was let out as the metal warped and bent until it let out an even louder ring and Ryder threw it away.

From within the mass, an armored arm flopped down from where the last piece was torn off of. It wasn't moving, but it came down with a rather jellied motion, much like a ragdoll.

Ryder quit tearing and his helmet slammed open, sounding much like an artillery shell being expunged. He leaned in and nudged the arm with his nose and a metal hand, whining lowly.

Jackdaw moved in once Ryder had uncovered what was at least a piece of the captain. She focused on prying and tossing away pieces around the arm, and bit by bit the mass would be chiseled away until whatever was below -captain or no captain- would see the light of day.

"Someone go get the medical supplies," she said dryly, and to neither or them in particular. It didn't matter to her who went to grab the stuff, but she figured they'd need it.

Rennac came over as soon as Ryder made a sound to the effect that they found the captain, seeing the arm and nodding. Taking his cue he ran like hell, to hell with stealth as he sacrificed every hint of subtlety for speed. Would Ryder be able to outrun him if the lizard was on all fours? Absolutely. However he knew the hulking lizard would be needed to get the rest of the debris off of the captain. It would take Rennac a decent length of time to get the supplies and run back with as much as he could carry but he did so as quickly as he could. His speed was considerably better than most technicians though he was hardly at Jack's or Ryder's level. Once he got to the hill he slid down, placing the pack full of medical supplies and setting it down. "Here'e everything. I know it's a long shot but we need someone with medical expertise at least telling us what to do. I'll see if I can at least get enough of a signal to reach the Dawn." Taking a few new pieces from the wreck to use for the antennae he began to work on the makeshift beacon, praying that the others managed to find the jammer or whatever it was so they could get Teeth on the line to advise them on how to patch up Varus if they even could.

"Don't waste your time, we'll just stop any bleeding and then bring him to Hay," she said, sifting through what supplies they had available.

There wasn't too terribly much, but then again they'd used some already on Hay's leg, and aside from that medical supplies weren't the most important things on their list when they shipped out. Now of course was different, but they couldn't afford to sit and wait for the others to take out whatever was jamming their communications.

"Ryder will carry Varus, you and I will bring whatever we can carry."