[color=crimson][i]Ugh, my head is pounding...[/i][/color]

There was sort of a weight on Atlas's chest, and he groaned softly as it had been moved off of him. It felt like a person... But why would there be someone on top of him? Although whoever it was wasn't very heavy, which is good for his sake. He also sensed something large and... hairy, next to him. Probably one of the beast mercenaries that were on the ship. But how did they get all there? All he remembered was being in the closet before he got banged around, phasing through the ship and slamming into something before being knocked out. It felt like he had a few broken ribs, and there was a gash on his head that slowly trickled blood. 

After several minutes of laying there, half-conscious, he heard voices around him. A female one, and a gruff, low-voiced male of sorts. And they were fairly close to him. Where the hell was he? Soon after the figure next to him rose, also speaking out. Atlas figured with all the commotion, he might as well check what was going on. He opened his eyes, pushing himself up to a sitting position with his wings before taking a look around. It was dim, say for a large blaring light in the distance, although he couldn't make out what it was. There were bodies littered everywhere, some alive... maybe, some not so much. It appeared that the Oxidal and beast man was in front of him, the Mord standing there, menacing looking with sword in hand. He had no clue what he was, or who, but he didn't care. He's seen scarier. 

[color=crimson]"What the hell is going on?"[/color] Atlas asked, trying to get up as he clutched is ribs in pain, biting his lip. This wasn't going to be fun.