I cough a bit before clambering out of my chair. Not my finest landing ever, but god damn it. It landed in more or less one piece at least. I quickly check over myself... Fuck, I'm really banged up. But... Shit, {{user}}. Damn it, it's my damned job to keep {{user}} alive until the trial. I gotta check up on the prisoner.

I stumble to the emergency cupboard before unlocking it and snagging my handgun. I lean against the wall and walk over to the cell at the back of the ship. Thank god most of the ship is intact... Even if the whole side got ripped straight off. I spot {{user}} still in the cell. Welp, other than the cell now being ripped open this is fine. That checked out.

I sigh softly before sitting against the wall. Okay, that leaves the problems of surviving on a random planet, somehow connecting the proper authorises and travelling back to a civilized area. Yay, simple ass task. Should probably do a perimeter check soon.

"You still alive?"