The rabbit Faunus woke to the sound of heavy snores and labored breathing. She was conscious but still could only see black, when she realized her eyes were still closed she attempted to open them. Her muscles responded slowly, and the shattered wreck of the Bullhead was what first greeted her uncovered eyes. She looked around but couldn't see much from her vantage point on the floor. So she slowly lifted herself and put her knees under her, she could feel that her knees had gotten hit by something because of a dull ache that wailed when she put weight on it. The rabbit grit her teeth though and stood herself up, ignoring her body telling her to stop.
The Faunus could tell that they had crashed, the huntress in her paled at the understanding of their vulnerability. She looked around again trying to take in the damage and figure out a way protect herself. She heard snores from behind her, turning, the first thing which she saw was the fresh blood that was splattered on one of the ship's supports. She then looked to the right and saw another hunter snoring and dreaming of something nice. The Faunus snorted with a grimace and looked past him.
'Yeah you just wait there, Cardin, don't worry I got this' She thought sassily.
On the ground in front of her was a large pool of blood, she could see that something had been dragged through it, there were also boot prints that followed the drag lines. Both the boot prints and the drag lines exited through the gaping hole in the side of the Bullhead. The rabbit decided to investigate that before looking for any supplies. She stepped around the sleeping hunter and ventured outside.
She saw just a little ways out, beneath the crimson shade, a human shaped shadow hunched over what looked like a dead body. The rabbit jogged over.
She came up to what looked like an impromptu surgery, she could clearly see that the blonde who lay on the ground was being recovered from a nasty gash on the side of his head. The man who sat over him was wearing what was left of a pilot's uniform, the rest was burnt and charred, he was the one who was breathing hard. The Faunus could see that the pilot's back was pink and raw.
"What happened" she asked him.
The pilot paused, turned around slowly and looked at her dumbly. "Are you kidding me?"
"…No"
The pilot looked her up and down then turned back around, "We…I crashed the Bullhead."
"Oh so you mean that over there wasn't a normal landing" she motioned over her shoulder to the smoking Bullhead while chuckling. She was still a little lightheaded and kind of out-of-it.
The pilot started then stood, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"Because you have blood caked onto your face, your nose looks like it kissed a wall at high speed, which it kind of did, and as serious as this situation is, you're laughing it up."
The girl lifted her hand to see if the pilot was right, her fingers came away dipped in dried blood.
"Oh, would you look at that" she said before staggering to her knees.
The pilot looked over his shoulder while pouring a clear liquid over the boy's wound, "Do you not like blood" he asked?
The girl looked past her fingers and met his eyes, "No, I don't mind blood, just so long as it's not my own."
The pilot shook his head, showing that he understood, before he looked back at his "patient" the wound was now bubbling as a result of the liquid.
"Okay step 4 is done, only 96 left to go" the pilot said with a momentary smirk. He then looked over to the scroll beside him and turned it back on, he clicked on one of the folders and scrolled down and clicked on something else. He scrolled down after that and expanded some text that said "Step 5."
After he read what "Step 5" said to do he put the scroll down and turned back to the blonde.
"So what's your name" the pilot asked the girl who was gingerly pressing on her nose while grimacing in pain.
The girl looked at him for a second. "Velvet…Velvet Scarlitina."
"Okay Velvet Scarlitina, since you are mostly unharmed, if you could back to the Bullhead and get whatever you need out, I am going to need you out here with me."
"Why" Velvet asked.
"Because I can't protect myself from Grimm and make sure this kid doesn't croak on me at the same time; I need protection" the pilot answered matter-o-factly.
"Oh, well…OK then" Velvet answered softly.
She jumped up and strolled back to the ship, went in and grabbed her gear. On the way out she could see the other male hunter starting to wake up, she quickly jumped past him and went over to the pilot.
As she walked over the pilot looked back to her and remarked, "Your aura is already taking care of your nose, you're luckier than this guy" he said while gesturing to the blonde in front of him. Velvet sat down cross-legged, so that she wouldn't hurt her already sore knees, next to him.
"Do you know why his aura isn't healing that gash he's got" she asked.
The pilot, without looking at her, reached for his scroll again and said "this medical tutorial says that it's because he's unconscious, aura can't heal bad wounds like this if you're unconscious, especially without outside help." He shrugged while looking for "Step 6" on the scroll.
Velvet looked absentmindedly into the forest, before she reached into her pile of stuff and pulled out a little box with a heart on the side. She changed her grip on it and attached it to a small hook on her belt.
"Oh, by the way, what's your name" she asked mutely.
The pilot didn't respond, he reached for a large roll of gauze and pulled a long strip of it off.
Velvet tried again a little louder, "Hey mister, what's your name?"
The pilot stopped what he was doing and looked at her before saying "My name…my name is B—."
He was interrupted by a loud groan which came from the ship, followed by heavy footfalls and the sounds of falling objects. Both he and Velvet looked at the ship to see a large teenaged boy with the build of a tank and the face of a baby stumble out.
He shuffled over to their little group while feeling the back of his head and checking his fingers for blood.
By the time he got over to where Velvet and the pilot sat and stared at him, he seemed satisfied that he was medically A-OK.
He looked at the pilot, grimace, and said with a tough voice "Nice landing, Fly-boy." While jerking his thumb over his shoulder at the Bullhead.