Jonathan Marker

A curt voice echoed in Nathaniel__ head, "Prep for impact. This is going to hurt.

bright blue flash of lightning enveloped Nathaniel__ field of view, just as the pod struck the ground with a deafening crunch, slamming his body forward and ripping away the protective restraints that previously held him in place. Covered in blood, Nathaniel fell from the now-open door of the pod, cradling the back of his head with both hands.