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!"
