by Calvin Strong » Fri Feb 10, 2012 3:27 pm
The Messenger's wreck drifted in space. It had been three days since they had been thrown here, and the lot of the X-Men had not improved significantly.
The Skrull's body was cycled through the airlock, and people's wounds had been tended to the best of their current capabilities. The rations seemed to be sufficient for them to last quite a while (probably longer than they were likely to be able to, by Cal's estimation), but the very fact that they had limits seemed to add another layer of strain to everyone. The lack of a reply to their distress signal was another layer of worry entirely.
Personally, Cal had not moved much since being hooked up to the systems. He continued to provide power for the ship's life support, communications systems, sensors, and whatever else was vital, and he continued to interface with the computer to try to regulate the self-repair functions without much success. He ate when it was suggested (or when it was brought to him, really), but always seemed to lose focus on what was going on before too long.
