Something was rumbling outside. Thunder maybe? She couldn't recall hearing any news of a storm. Wasn't it supposed to be clear and sunny this week? Then again where was she? She thought she was sleeping, so in her bed at her apartment was the likely answer. This didn't feel like her bed though, it was hard, cold, and uncomfortable. She frowned. So not home then. Maybe they had camped somewhere. A storm might make sense if they were at Venus since the weather wasn't predictable. She listened again and tried to focus through the haze in her mind. She wanted to go back to sleep but the rumbling vibrated through her this time, disturbing her. Can't be thunder, she decided. The rumbling wasn't exactly consistent like thunder. It varied: louder or softer, rapid or singular. In fact, if she thought hard enough about it was kind of likeā¦.gunfire.
Blue jolted and immediately regretted doing so. Pain shot through her skull, her left arm, and her left side. The split second of blurry sight she had started to tunnel to black again. Hissing in a breath through her teeth she turned her face back into the dirt so her forehead rested on the ground. With her eyes screwed shut she focused on breathing and tried to ignore the pain. She had a strong sense of deja vu. Something like this had happened before but not in the time since her Ghost fist resurrected her. Ghost.
Blue forced her eyes opened and looked around. Where was he? She was alive, that much was certain, but why was she still so hurt? Ghost always healed her when he revived her. Something was pinning her to the ground so she was lying on her stomach. She pushed herself up slightly to lean on her right elbow and look around. The world spun for a moment before she was able to take in her surroundings. The wall of the City was to her left so she was in the outskirts among the wilderness. The trees and brush nearest the wall were on fire and airships littered the ground in pieces around her. Blue twisted to see what was pinning her down. Her own jump ship. Or at least part of it. Great.
That was right, they crashed in the midst of a fight, didn't they? Ok, first things first she needed to get unstuck. Then find her Ghost. She twisted her body and tested how much room she could work with. Inch by inch she dug and twisted the dirt under her to create a ditch and crawl out of her little prison. Once free she dragged herself away from the twisted remains of her ship and to a safer spot. Taking a moment to regain her bearings she determined that her left arm was at least fractured and a rib on her left side, maybe two ribs, were bruised if not cracked. Slowly, she hoisted herself up to her knees and looked back at her ship. Only half of it was here meaning the rest was somewhere else. Blue took in a deep breath, using meditation techniques Ikora taught her and tried to focus.
Remember.
Cabal. Cabal attacked the City. That's right. She had been on her way back from a mission when Ghost intercepted a short-range radio signal that the City was under attack. They engaged the Cabal in the air but they were outnumbered and outgunned. Her jump ship got shot down and right before Ghost could transmat them to safety she felt as if something tore her soul apart. They lost control. The wing of her ship collided with another ship, ripping the hull apart. She vaguely remembered seeing half the ship hit the wall and tumbling into the City. Her last memory before passing out was the image of trees spiraling towards her.
Blue blinked. She was alive but injured meaning Ghost didn't revive her so she managed to survive the crash on her own. But her Ghost...Blue shook her head. She refused to believe he was gone. She had to at least look for him. She pushed herself to her feet and staggered back to the remains of her ship.
Blue managed to salvage her scout rifle with limited ammo from the wreckage but nothing else. The navigation systems in her ship were destroyed and even if they did work they were useless without the satellites. The communication and main power components of the ship were gone. Probably either with the other half or thrown elsewhere in the resulting collision. Ghost might be able to pick on any short-range radio signals or other Ghosts to locate survivors. But he's not here. Her heart ached. There was no trace of him in this wreckage and she really hoped he wasn't crushed under the bulk of the hull. Maybe he was just taken away with the other half into the City. She also needed to find any other Guardians or the Vanguard to regroup and plan a counter attack. She frowned at her favorite Warlock robes before she tore off the long coattails and fashioned a makeshift sling for her broken arm. Blue gave one more remorseful glance back at the remains of her poor jump ship. She'd worked hard to buy that and Ghost had helped her paint it. She sighed, steeled herself and began the ungraceful limp towards the Wall.
