A/N: sorry for the long wait since I posted...well, anything. I'm in school again and once again preoccupied. This should be the first of several updates
Holly ran towards the burning shuttle. The probe had smacked it out of the air, leaving it burning on the ground. Upon reaching it, she began digging through the wreckage, hands blistering as the white hot metal burned her skin, only to smooth over as the magic targeted the wounds.
Nearby, a pile of snow moved, revealing Foaly as he stumbled to his feet, disoriented from the shockwave that threw him there. Seeing the frantic elf, he waded through the snow to her.
"That'a enough Holly," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder, "Shes gone. The vitals are flatlined."
Holly collapsed to the ground, sobbing gently. Suddenly, she began pounding on the sheet of metal in front of her, screaming.
Much to her and Foaly's surprise, the sheet pounded back. As Holly staggered back, part of the sheet bent away, revealing a burnt but alive wing commander, her silver hair frayed in places and covered in soot. Standing. She looked at Foaly.
"I've got a complaint about your suits," she said, standing upright as sparks wizzed around her, "They don't seem to be able to survive spaceship crashes."