[1-2] The Tail

[Albert Wesker]

One moment he had been on a plane, in the middle of a flight. The weather outside was mildly worrying, but a plane this size shouldn't have much trouble with it. He closed his eyes to wait out the end of the flight.

It came much quicker than he expected. And in far more violent a manner than he would have cared for. His eyes snapped open to the sounds of chaos amid the plane as it was sheared in two.

"Oh, that isn't good..." his digital assistant said quietly.

And then everything was chaos, and the stress of the crash sent Colonel's systems into lockdown. To a human it would have been a blackout. And it was much the same for him. The intervening time was lost to him, and it was dimly and with great difficulty he roused himself, his systems restoring themselves to activity one at a time. "....planes," he muttered. "Supposed to be safe... We got the one in a million flight that had to have a problem..."

For a second, he waited on the expected banter from Cricket. The helper navi always had a comment on things like this. When it didn't come, Colonel fished around for his PET, and found it missing. Only a jagged tear in his exterior plating and his belt shorn clear through where it should have been. "....damn." They might have butted heads occasionally, and Cricket had made a backup during the flight, but...

Wasting no more time, the soldier navi extricated himself from his predicament, tearing himself out of the remnants of his seat. He sailed down the intervening distance between himself and the ground, crunching through several more bits and pieces of debris from the plane before hitting solid ground with a solid, metallic thunk. He dropped to one knee, kicking up a cloud of sand, dust, grit and embers from the plane's wreckage. He quickly surveyed the area, seeing other survivors from the crash who had already gathered their wits going about getting the survivors and bodies out of the wreckage. Good.

More worrying, though, was the oncoming rush of a strange, red lizard-like creature. The look in its eyes was clear. Colonel's eyes narrowed, and as fast as his still unsteady gait and slow, lumberng stride let him, he tore off across the wreckage-strewn beach. A single, sharp clang resounded as one boot connects with the dino-creature's jaw, rather abruptly kicking the sense back into it.

That crisis averted, he returned to his own task, taking a slow, searching walk around the entire scene, searching for any others who might have been ejected from the plane as it crashed, as well as anyone who was in need of assistance. "I knew it couldn't be as easy as they made it out to be..." he muttered. "It never is..."