Egil flailed his arms around wildly as he lost his footing and dropped straight into the backside of the rear seats. The stitching on his wound held together, but blood started to seep through again thanks to the sudden shock of his head impacting the hard surface. Slightly dazed and disoriented he tried to get back to his feet once he heard his name shouted behind him but only barely managed to do so. While shaking off the daze he noticed the warning light on the back door’s control panel, moved towards it and tried to get it to override.
When the warning lights dimmed, no thanks to his efforts, he finally got a moment to look around the chaos. Gravedigger had been taken out, Bors was back inside and those without proper hazard equipment had been moved to the cockpit, all except for Conrad. Egil rushed over to him, breathed a sigh of relief once he saw the oxygen tank but was nonetheless worried of what the toxic atmosphere would have done to further worsen his wounds. At least he was still breathing for now.
When the shuttle pushed itself off the ground once more he sat down in the seat nearest to his buddy on the floor. He opened his helmet and rubbed his eyes to get the focus off of the pounding inside his head. Why in the world couldn't they just act according to plan just once, he thought while raising his head to stare at the shuttle´s ceiling.