Cyrus Falcor
Surgeon
Waking up, upside down, Cyrus looked around to gain his bearings. He was hanging from a tree, unsure of how he'd got there not where 'here' was. He fumbled around for his comm, looking down twenty feet to the ground, he saw it half submerged in the swamp below. Along with his vibrosword and blaster. He looked at what he was caught on, his ankle was wedged between two tangled branches.
He swung his upper body towards his feet, braced himself, the swung back down hard as he could. The branches snapped and Cyrus flipped to land on his feet. He grabbed his weapons and fished the comm from the water. It was water-logged, useless. He started for what felt like North...
His mind lead him through the swamp towards a feeling of familiarity. Maybe it was allies or just a hallucination from being upside down too long.
[member="RC 212 "]@Sy' Q. Lant [member="Meanken"] [member="Cross Ikon"]
He swung his upper body towards his feet, braced himself, the swung back down hard as he could. The branches snapped and Cyrus flipped to land on his feet. He grabbed his weapons and fished the comm from the water. It was water-logged, useless. He started for what felt like North...
His mind lead him through the swamp towards a feeling of familiarity. Maybe it was allies or just a hallucination from being upside down too long.
[member="RC 212 "]@Sy' Q. Lant [member="Meanken"] [member="Cross Ikon"]