Shara's mind crept awake before the rest of her body could fully respond to the fact that she was still alive, and she remained stiffly laying on top of whatever it was that she landed on with her eyes shut. Beneath her, was it the flesh of something or someone? Was that fur or very plush grass? [i]Bullocks... what in the everloving spirits just happened?[/i] She was incredibly sore, she realized as she wiggled her feet to make sure that her legs were still functional. A sting of pain made her wince. Shara peeked one of her dark eyes open, and was greeted by the still slumbering face of Atlas. Apparently he had broken her fall, along with.... Balazar! 

Shara jerked away from them suddenly, and yelped in pain as she landed on firmly on her bottom. Her right leg had a rather nasty looking gash running up the side of it, about a foot in length. [b]“Fff...”[/b] She bit her lip as she examined it. It wasn't going to be life threatening if she could manage to sterilize it, but it was going to limit her ability to walk for the present. Her lips and eyes went into a “O” shape as a realization hit her. [b]“Oh my god my baby!” [/b] She cried out suddenly, her head swiveling this way and that to take in her surroundings. She was looking for her bike, but what met her eyes was shocking.

Here and there there were corpses... no, only some of the people were dead. It sent a shiver up her spine just looking at some of the mangled bodies. Battle was never her forte, she strayed from missions involving it as much as possible, but sometimes avoiding it altogether was impossible. Shara touched the blood-stained face of a nearby corpse of a mercenary, a female not much younger than herself that she didn't recognize, and closed the mercenary's eyes. [b]“Spirits guide their essence to the otherworld, and grant them peace.”[/b] She touched her fingers to her heart, then to her forehead as she looked into the sky. 

After a moment of solace, she turned her attentions to the odd lights and circuits. Not far away, there was a gigantic... [i]Mord?[/i] She [i]knew[/i] that they didn't have one on board her ship. [i]An enemy then.[/i] It was certainly sobering, to see a hunk of metal and muscle so large it could squash her without much thought, without ever needing to use that greatsword it held. Running from the Mord was also not an option with her leg, and she couldn't just leave her crew mates behind, defenseless while they were just hardly waking up.

One other option left, then. Pure honesty, may the spirits willing it would help her here. [b]“Hey there, um, big … guy?”[/b] She strained her eyes before saying the last bit, trying to make sure she was hitting the right mark. [b]“It looks like we're in pretty dire circumstances... Wanna call a truce? I can imagine about a thousand reasons you wouldn't want to, but...”[/b] She sighed and held her leg out to show Gilbert if he were to look over. [b]“I can't really defend myself like this, let alone hurt any one else even if I cared to. I'm Shara by the way, and I would be pleased to meet you if this were a more auspicious occasion.”[/b]

While she spoke, she placed her hand on Balazar's arm and began to lightly pull on one of his hairs, trying to rouse the Baraki from his slumber. If this went badly... well, hopefully it didn't. Waking him up would be one step further in figuring out where they were and what was happening.