"Everyone alright." I heard Hammond's voice at the edge of my waking mind, our impact into the Ishimura had nocked coherency from me for a moment.
"Looks like it." I felt weightless, my body still not completely stirred I stood to try to banish the numb sensation, stumbling and coughing slightly, that's when I realized the smoke and sparks coming from some of the panels.
"Status report." Hammond's voice was now loud, he was aiding me up, the numbness finally gone.
"We've lost contact with the port booster." I froze at that.
"Everyone off the ship." My words started slurred, but the frantic tone in them was vindicated as a blast rocked everyone's unsteady footing, the engine was going critical.
I was the first to bolt to the door, not waiting for the automatic opening sequence I booted the two hydraulic cylinders at the airlocks base, unsupported the small motors couldn't hold the door up, the metal slab slammed onto the walkway beside the kellion.
"You heard him everyone move." Already Johnston and Chen had ran past, then another blast shook the shuttle, I watched Hammond brace against a wall for a moment, then he followed the other two. The violent shutters didn't cease this time, I was having difficulty standing even when gripping to the pillars.
"Kendra come on!" I saw her emerge from the now smoke filled cabin, and as she'd approached I felt one last quake from the Kellion.
We were the last out of the Kellion when it's Shockpoint core went critical, and it made sure we felt it. The core detonation sent the two of us flying from the ship, the only thing that'd stopped my spine from shattering upon impact with the guard rail was my rig, and judging by the whirring noises it made it was out of commission.
Another whirring noise got my attention, close enough to be heard over the Kellions continuous booming. beside me Kendra had been just as lucky, her rig taking the brunt of the impact it whined as mine did.
The rise and fall of her chest told me she wasn't dead, knocked unconscious do to her lack of headgear. Lucky, she didn't have to feel all of this, I thought as my leg quacked in pain as I attempted to stand.
It was hard enough to walk on a bad leg, harder to carry Kendra. Traveling through the now smokey docking bay I limped towards the reception area, Hammond and others all recovering from the smoke. I was a little peeved no one aided me in sitting Kendra down, but looking at them all none of them seemed in tip top condition, I sat beside Kendra's unconscious form, my mind finally giving into the repeated impacts as of late.