~*Solvan Jones - Between Worlds*~
"Strap yourselves in, everyone!" shouted Sol as he rapidly pressed keys and tried to take better control of his ship. The customization job they had done to make the Ardent Sun cater to Vesper's full abilities was having a toll on his piloting, which had never been shabby, ever. Yet, after having been privy to Vesper's full abilities, combined with Sol's uplifting magic, Sol seemed an amateur.
Especially against battleships.
"Where the hell did these come from!" shouted Silva over the intercom.
"Captain," squeeked Milton Mouse from Sol's left. "The Ultima/G's aren't working efficiently - there are too many to target!"
"We've never taken on more than one battleship before," observed Shao from Sol's right. "And even with Vesper in full capacity we did not manage to make it out unscathed. We should retreat to warp and take another route from another planet."
"Stop whining and concentrate on your jobs, you two," snapped Lesca from her seat above them. "The captain's got his hands full as it is, he doesn't need your input."
What Shao said may have been accurate, but it was too late in the game for it.
"We don't have a clear line of space to warp," said Sol, clenching his teeth as he made the ship swerve into a hard right. "We're just going to have to buck it up and keep going. Are our passengers ok, Lesca?"
"They're fine, captain," said Lesca, sounding particularly uninterested.
"I didn't really care," quipped Sol, this time swerving the ship upwards. "I just thought it was polite to ask."
"Captain," said Shao, cutting off Lesca's pissed off retort, "I see the planet - one minute in a straight course, two at the pace we're going."
"That's too long," snarled Silva. "The shields won't hold for another minute."
"Then we'll force them to!" shouted Sol, who began to glow - the golden aura spread throughout the ship, though not to the people within it. Soon the glow was a bright radiance of golden light emanating from the ship and the blasters it fired.
However, even with the added support of Sol's magic, he was not his pilot, and the shields went down at a minute and forty-five seconds, just as they were about to enter the planet's protective shield. A bomb heartless latched onto one of the engines and exploded, sending the ship hurtling towards the planet and out of Sol's control.
"Dammit," shouted Sol as the shining ship hurtled towards the planet. "Silva! Reroute all energy to the other engine! Silva!"
Static answered them from the engine room. But Sol couldn't worry for Silva now.
"Grab something," shouted Sol. "This isn't going to be pretty!"
The large gummi-ship seemed to skid along the top of the water before finally crashing into it, before it finally stopped, half submerged in the lapping waves, on the beach.
Sol was the first to recover, and snapped off his seatbelt before bounding through the ship to the engine room. Waving and shouting for his engineer through the smoke and heat, he finally found the large man on the floor and did not waste time before pulling him from the room and to the corridor, where he locked the doors to the engine room..
The large man wasn't breathing, and the front of his body was horribly scarred. Bits of shrapnel from the exploding engine embedded the upper right of his chest and large arms. Sol was busy trying to pry open his friend's mouth when the sound of incoming footsteps announced the rest of his crew's arrival.
Sol could hear Shao break open a first-aid box and select one of the hi-potions stored within.
"Dump it all in," said Sol, keeping Silva's mouth open. Shao did so, and Sol could hear the clink of bottles as everyone else began to open more hi-potions and dump them over Silva's body. Then they could only wait.
After a time that seemed to drag on eternal, Silva took a deep breath, and everyone else let one out.
The air was muggy, and the night was pitch-black, save for the moon and stars. The crew were going about their business - mostly attempting to build a camp and check damaged equipment. Silva was still unconscious and gravely injured, so his safety came first.
After a fire had been started on the beach, Sol walked up to his two passengers and told them the extant of the damage to the ship.
"One of our engines is almost completely fried," said Sol, frowning. "Silva almost gave his life rerouting all remaining shields to cover our other engine when he realized the first was done for. We can make some repairs and fly on one engine, but that won't get us far, especially with that blockade up there, waiting for us. And with Silva out of it, repairing the first engine is not an option. But there is good news - I think we're on the planet we're supposed to be on. Not sure about the location on the planet, though."