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Saraxx let out a yawn, tossing what remained of her meal outside before wandering into the back of the ship, making a "nest" of pillows. She eventually curled her head around onto one of the pillows and quickly fell asleep.

Xiara shook his head in vain for a moment. This was not what he intended when he stated that he would wait for her. Sighing, Xiara knelt down and placed the skull helmet back on, completely covering his neck and face. He then began to do some venturing out of his own. The Actarian crept out of the ship, and dropped down from the trees. He began to explore the jungles.

Saraxx let out several odd hiss like noises, which is more or less the Saurosapien equivalent to snoring. She rolled around in her makeshift bed, with her tail sticking off of it and out onto the floor. She kept rolling around, seemingly having nightmares.

Now outside of the ship, Xiara was unable to hear the strange hisses that Saraxx was making. It was getting dark, the clouds almost seemed like a premonition of the coming night. This did not bother Xiara however, for his near-black armour aided him as he crept through the shadows, exploring this new-found labyrinth.

Saraxx continued tossing and turning. Her nightmare was the events that lead to her banishment. Hybrids were never welcome on her planet, with the most privileged hybridization was a pair, the genes of two and only two hybrids. Even then many double hybrids would go into self Exile. God forbid one being a triple hybrid. After she had come of age, she was quickly taken into custody and put on trial being charged of "crimes against nature and civilized society". If only it was that civilized.

Saraxx saw several massive maws, spikes, claws, and plenty of angry Saurosapiens desperately trying to break through the doors of the court house. To say the least she wasn't very fond of. The only ones defending her were her parents, desperately trying to prove to the judge, a very, very traditionalist Pyrora, that she could have some sort of place in Saurosapien soceity. Nothing they said worked. Eventually the stationed justice keepers in the Court room, an old and clearly experienced Allo, and a young and very burly Carno, grabbed her and dragged her outside. She was lucky she was able to keep her Commfeathers after the event. She was tripped by a Stego, and saw the massive jaws of a Spino closing in on her. She jolted awake before the Spino reached her. If she had tear ducts she'd be crying right now.

Xiara felt uneasy. Not out of fear, but his shamanic nature would make him empathetic towards his order brothers. In fact, it was once this that had made Xiara's presence so warm to be around during his days of pacifism, a phase that slowly rotted away after his face was torn apart by the Naekhoric known as Traoma. Something was strange indeed, his body began to feel cold, as if he was shivering. Xiara decided to make his way back to the ship, but the feeling only got stronger. A feeling of panic swept over him, and yet, he was still unable to tell what it was.

"Are...Are you alright in there!?" Xiara yelled from the entrance of the ship, as he pressed down on his to where the metal hood should be, was it not working..?

Saraxx was breathing heavily with her Comm Feathers flat against the back of her neck. "Y-Yeah I'm-I'm fine...."Saraxx responded, still breathing heavily.

Xiara grimaced under the helmet. He felt very cynical about this situation. "You certainly do not look fine to me. Please tell me, what is it that is troubling you..?" He knew that bottling up one's feelings would not help, he had done such a thing far too often.

"N-Nothing."Saraxx responded, not wanting to speak about the dream she had.The very thought of the dream had her trembling.

Xiara gave a stare from underneath the skull helmet. He was becoming more and more inquisitive by the moment. Panic like what he had just experienced was not simply 'nothing.' "Are you certain that you have nothing to say..?" Xiara gambled, one last time.

"Positive"Saraxx said, finally starting to push the image of the Spino further into her mind.

"Tch... Very well. Regardless, we will need to ready soon to travel to the crashed cruiser." Xiara was not going to try questioning Saraxx anymore, although he was curious about the sudden panic. He turned his head toward the ship once again. After his own rest, Xiara no longer wished to reside here any longer.

Saraxx nodded, being eager to see what all was salvagable from the ship wreck.

(Sorry, I have not had any internet for a while.)

"Very well. Come along then." Xiara beckoned his hand as he once again left the ship. He began to journey in the direction of the destroyed hunk of metal.

Saraxx quickly caught up. She looked around the forest. Many of the plants had a light purple bio-luminescence a trait Saraxx found to be very appealing.

Xiara had ignored any of the natural detours surrounding their path to the ship. All he truly wanted to know was how to get off of this jungle planet. They did certainly look pretty, but they only delayed the trek to the cruiser.

Saraxx looked around the forest, noting debris clearly from the cruiser. After a few minutes the two came upon the Crusier itself. It had many missing sections, still had some fires scattered about. "Yep, there's definitely bound to be something to salvage in there."Saraxx said. Despite the multitude of missing sections and plating, the cruiser was certainly large enough to have salvagable tech, supplies, and maybe held a survivor or two. "Though most likely anything of any use is gonna be deeper inside the ship."Saraxx said.

"Well then, it appears that we had better get exploring." Xiara replied as he began to maneuver his way about the ships outer hull. "Mind the metal as well, it is still quite hot from the crash." He gave a small warning of what he had learned from just trying to squeeze himself inside of the shipwreck.

Saraxx nodded and continued on, getting inside the ship. "Think we should split up? We'd cover more ground that way."Saraxx said.

Oop: Well, Imma use this as a chance to introduce new character/s

Xiara nodded in agreement as he crept inside the metal hulk. He found that most of the machinery was burned black like char, crushed from the force of landing in the atmosphere. While something definitely was salvageable, it appeared that most of the ship's spoils had already been awfully ruined. Xiara traversed deeper, into the pitch black of the ship's exposed interior. There was almost a very unnerving feeling being inside. This place would be hell for the nyctophobic.