Nina Ek
Nina's peace was shattered by the air craft rapidly changing course and then an explosion hurtling them toward the ground. She snapped out of her trance tumbling around the kitchen. She found the door opening it to where the majority of the crew were seated. She grabbed the first seat she could find and strapped in waiting for death. They smashed in and she felt her limp body jerk around violently.
She woke minutes later in a haze, blood trickled down her forehead and obstructed her vision. She felt sick and struggled to remain awake. Focus. She had to focus. Nina had already figured the mission would be troublesome, but a crash before it started exceeded her fears. She held still getting her bearings, and finally unbuckled crumpling to the floor. Ugh. She groaned and checked herself. Nothing serious, no broken bones or damaged organs, just a lot of scrapes and bruises.
Nina found her sword and pack and with a first aid kit she stumbled outside. Dressing her wounds with alcohol and bandages she almost felt normal, but knew still be shaken for a bit. They were in a lush jungle and she could feel the heat causing her to sweat. All that mattered was survival and she had managed that, now to observe how the others fared the crash.
