Jack Ramse had left the spacecraft as soon as the sun rose. He weaponized up with handguns and a single grenade. He felt his short tour alone didn't require much in defense. He was merely scouting around the edges of the downed Ganthorian craft. Primarily under the cockpit area which he could only surmise its location. The windows were too high up and out of view at his angle.
This morning he was more concerned with the possibility of footprints. Even though what he and only he spotted in the early morning hours had wings, it/she also had legs and feet. Not too mention a glow that could be blinding to most people. His eyes were a tad stronger than most.
The only other thing he brought with him that wasn't a weapon was a Geiger counter. Luckily, while he was being mended Malcolm Brand had gone back for more retrievable items from their downed Hercules aircraft. Namely the counter.
Testing the air around the ship he discovered the radiation content to be normal as ever. He had been briefed by Ruby since healing that they had tested the area for safety. Including inside the ship. Safe all around.
Ceasing the crackle of the detector he growls under his breath.
"Could be something escaped the ship before we got here. Some other alien life form. My eyes certainly didn't betray me."
He crouches to get a closer look at the soil. No prints evident yet he did notice a moisture mixed in with the dryness of the landscape. Fidgeting he shakes it off as morning condensation, even though the ship was bone dry and dusty. Even around it was cracked ground.
"Not even a birds nest in sight. Of course we haven't seen any birds outside of that prehistoric hot wing. Has to be more life here somewhere. Question is how far out does here go? Are we on Earth? Same atmosphere as Earth. Must be more beyond this desert we're stuck in." His thoughts race.
As he studies the ships circumference he realizes there isn't much damage. The craft was sturdy. So, how did the Ganthorian's perish so easily? Bones broke and left to die was the easy explanation. Yet, if there really was a human on board how did he go without being harmed? Who was Major Lucas Dorsey?
Jack would circle the entire craft.
Just outside of the gravitational stair case entrance Malcolm guided Elle along. She was still wearing Cameron's shades yet she also wore a hoodie that concealed her head from daylight. Just a precaution.
Following them was Ruby and James Ian Pryce.
"Elle? I need you to squeeze your eyelids as tight as possible until we switch your glasses. Don't open your eyes until I tell you to." James cautions her.
He carefully removes Cameron's shades and hands them to Malcolm. James then replaces them with her new Obsidian glasses designed after Cam's. The Obsidian was fashioned like welding glasses blocking even her peripheral vision. Once adjusted by Elle herself James steps behind her and motions everyone to do the same.
"Can I open my eyes now?" Elle requests.
James makes certain even Xander was behind them by crouching down and holding him. No chances taken.
"Remove the hood and slowly open them." He encourages.
Elle immediately tugs the hood back to dangle over her back and squints. Her vision shaded by the Obsidian she could see everything around her pretty well. In front of her stood shards of sheet metal Malcolm had salvaged for James as a test. Too their left was a sizeable boulder of about four foot around.
"What's all of this?" She asks with a sigh.
Ruby takes the lead, "Gun range of sorts. James seems to think you can focus your eyes into pinpoint lasers. Let's at least see what we have to contend with. We certainly want to help you Elle."
"I know that. I just wish I knew if this was a curse or a gift. I mean it might come to a point I can never look at any of you without worrying I might incinerate you."
Malcolm jumps in, "Just know that even if you can't we're never going to abandon you."
"I know that too. I trust you guys. I just want to be trusted too."
"If this doesn't work effectively I'll try something else. Obsidian is as dark as I have access to at this point. As a filter it should contain any pent up energy. If you ever feel like it's building too much just run out here and let it go. Hopefully, you can control it on your own after living with it awhile." James expresses.
"Okay! Here goes nothing."
She gradually lifts the glasses and looks straight ahead at the targets. Nothing! No lasers. Just normalcy.
"Was last night just a fluke?" Ruby asks.
"I doubt it." James fidgets, "Look up at the sun directly, Elle."
Tilting back she does just that. Instantly she feels herself fueling up. Nothing painful, merely absorbing it like a gas tank.
"I can feel it. My eyes are charging up. Keep back."
They already tightened their ranks behind her.
After another minute she stares wide eyed at the wreckage assembled before her. Twin blasts of white hot energy seer forth as if only through her pupils. Micro thin lasers that cut the metal in half instantly.
