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Minnesota ran for the ship before it even settled to the ground. She heard Quinn shouting behind her, but ignored him as she neared the dust-cloud whooshing in around the vessel, almost blinding her. Smoke mixed with burning metal forced her to cover her mouth and nose with the collar of her shirt so she could breath. She reached the smoking hull before she knew she was there, almost impacting it in her haste. It loomed out of the dust cloud, a massive black shadow, its once-shining skin charred and melted. Minnesota frantically searched along the length of it for a hatch or port where she could gain access. She finally found what she was looking for. Though almost unrecognizable from the damage, its edges practically welded in places, the small hatch seemed to be an entry point to the lo