[2-5] Exodus from the Nose Crash

[Karl Jak]

Karl Jak
Christa
Red XIII
Chara
Cyborg
Judy Hopps

They'd come to stop following Christa's discovery of the dying survivor.

The woman and the dog were having something akin to a moment as Karl stood near the edge of the trees and watched silently.  He had zero interest in a bunch of rejects lamenting over some unlucky corpse.  His focus moved to Chara and Cyborg, who were a solid ten paces removed from one another.  The executive producer knew that the two had a rough history, so it amused him that they had someone wound up in the same little party with one another.  How long would it be until one of them decided to settle the score?  How many setbacks would have to befall their quaint little group before personal vendettas came screaming back to the forefront?

"I don't think we're going to find the other part of the plane," Karl remarked as he glanced up at the sky.  The clouds were too low, which meant it was impossible to see any sort of smog in the sky that might betray the final path of the jet.  "Chances are, it crashed into the ocean."

"We should keep looking," Judy the Bunny muttered as she walked away from Christa and turned to look at Karl.  "We might find others who could use our help."

Karl chuckled.  "You're here to help me, remember?  We should focus on finding a way to get in touch with Syntech Headquarters.  I don't know about any of you, but my tech isn't working."  To prove his honesty, he held up his phone to show that it was clearly complaining about a lack of network connections.  "This isn't where we were heading, and something tells me we probably don't want to be here."

"You got any ideas?"  Chara grumbled, her expression a twisted little sneer that spoke volumes about what must be going on in her dark little mind.

The executive shook his shoulders.  "Must be something on the island."

"How do you know?"  Red inquired, tilting his head to the side.

Karl, who had seen that same expression from dozens of house cats over his lifetime, stifled a laugh.  "Pussycat, I built this verse.  I made sure every island had some sort of connection with my headquarters.  Unless we all dropped straight into the Underverse, there's a bunker or a comm station somewhere.  We just got to find it."