[center] [h3][b][color=00ff00]J'eon the Blacksmith[/color][/b][/h3] [/center]

"It's like a city made of metal! From the sky!" J'eon said in awe, taking it all in. These people knew grander secrets than even the guild!

"By what magic did it get there? Think of the wealth of knowledge of those aboard! I hope some survived!" the Glen wondered, turning to Kareet.

"But," J'eon went on, turning grim as he pointed at the stern. "There is damage that came from no fall from the sky. I think someone attacked them. They may have escaped, but for how long?"

"And what terrible weapons might their enemies unleash on us all?"

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[center] [h3][b][color=00ff00]Jack Mallory, X.O.[/color][/b][/h3] [/center]

Jack grinned and nodded his head at the captain's words, his face a poker mask.

Yes, the damage could be repaired. The ship might manage to get into space - but then what? Against all odds, they managed to do an instant transition to an inhabitable world. Not years, instant! So were they even in their own galaxy? Or might they have jumped to another reality all together? Better to keep that to themselves and give the others hope.

There were other problems, of course. Higher oxygen meant everything was more flammable, so the fires around them were burning hotter. Not to mention oxygen toxicity. 

"All this excess oxygen may make people irritable," he pointed out. "Pain, dizziness, tunnel vision, convulsions are all possible. If you feel dizzy, or think you're seeing a hallucination, stop whatever you're doing and and tell someone at once!"

About the only thing worse would be if there was intelligent life on this alien planet, capable of breathing in this soup of an atmosphere that was poisoning them with every breath. 

"Working parties will receive masks, but we want to limit your exposure to the outside atmosphere to prevent complications." [i]Like dying.[/i]