Name: Tate Fayne
OTS: None
Equipment: Green control watch.
Status: Timid
I woke up just outside of my car, to find I was in a hangar of a seemingly locked down and crashed ship. I looked around to find dozens of cargo boxes, some dented, opened, crushed, and some perfectly normal. I struggled to my feet and began to explore the hangar. I turned around to find the thrusters on the car were emitting smoke and the car looked half-frozen. I guess that sort of figures from what just occured. I tried the door that seemed to be an elevator door, but it had two emergency lock doors over it. The hangar door was shut quite tightly, and the air vents seemed to have emergency locks over them too. "How in god's name am I going to get out of here?", I said into the hangar, the voice echoing through it and through the quiet air vents. "A locked elevator. Just my god damn luck.", groaning I turned around and leaned against the 1985-esque sports car. Is there anyone else where he was?