Tabitha Mercer

Tabitha woke up in her seat, and for a moment, thought it was a weird nightmare. Staring out at the sands in front of her, she quickly dismissed that possibility. The bench seats, where her and Cross had been sitting was sitting in the sands. She felt bruised from the seat belts, that she had fastened on, but otherwise unharmed. The rest of the ship seem to be missing too.

Salvatore, had stood up, when the ship got ripped in half. Another shot had sent it spinning, and thrown the Latino clear. The spinning had caused her to black out, but obviously the ship had continued to fall apart.

Unbuckling her self, she stood up on shaky legs, and lamented the loss of her smg. Her head hurt, and the pistol at her side, was missing, the holster torn in half. She had no weapon, though she could summon energy to increase her kinetic attacks with her fists. Small comfort, but something none the less.

Glancing around, she wondered if anyone had survived. Cross was likely dead, Salvatore too. The big man might have lived, but she couldn’t see the rest of the ship, other then small debris, so even that was hard to say for sure.

With a sigh, she noted a scrap heap shaped like a town, and decided that was the best move. It took a half hour for her to make the journey. As she began to move down the twisting alleys toward its center, she spotted a man with a revolver at his hip.