=/\= Shuttle Bay, USS-Charon =/\=
The marines had all activated their boots at the last second to help stabilize themseleves on Brent's order. The Lieutenant grunted softly to himself as he shoved off a bit of debris from his armor. "Any landing you can walk away from Marines. Status report, everyone check in now," Brent barked the order as he helped up the Marine next to him as the calls varied from 'Green' to 'Shaken, not stirred" and other such nonesense. It would appear that their suits had managed to absorb the impact for the most part. Bruises would be the order of the day and maybe a day of light PT. Brent felt fortunate, until he looked forward at the cockpit. "Son of a bitch," he muttered under his breath before moving forward to check on the two pilots.
Both were out cold. Both of them looked like they had serious injuries. "Doc! Both of you, we need up up here in the cabin NOW. The pilots look like they ate a good chunk of a console explosion," Brent reached down and turned off his gravity belt that was still on Sakarra. Brent called one of his other marines up and they began to apply first aid to the wounded, doing what little they could in the hopes that the doctors would get there soon. When that was started he told his Marines, to go check on the doctors to make sure that they themselves did not need assistance.
"When it rains it pours," he muttered under his breath and awaited to hear if he needed to call sickbay up to get them to beam the wounded out to get treatment.
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Brevet First Lieutenant Brent Warren
Marine Company Commander
USS-Charon
