Bump 1

2-23-10  He was going nowhere lying down.  His heart was exploding in his chest, his legs spasmodically churning in flight. Blowing the blue sand from KrutChan's drooling mouth,  the blue stuff was flour-like and into everything.  Keeping his head down, he rolled over and carefully squinted, focusing on his Bump team through the acrid red smoke.

The Toob was gnarled and busted, destroying itself in a frenzied shower of yellow sparks and fire; 
its hide blistering in the oxygen rich atmosphere.  Some of the occupants, especially the ‘’ were glowing red-green in agony, the air attacking their wounds.  They were being eaten alive chemically.  A simple case of jumping quantum levels, he thought.  The fuel the Toob used was pooling around it, fuel compartments leaking.  The fuel did not react with oxygen.  ?????On earth the machine would have been a fireball.  On Balaam, this planet, metals and species were destroyed by it’s toxic atmosphere.  Here only oxidized things survived.  The unbonded were consumed.  A human, who broke his suit or skin, though terribly painful, was safe after a seal occurred to heal the wound.  Humans were oxygen beings breathing the poison since birth.  The ‘’ were not that fortunate.  They did not come from an oxygen rich atmosphere, like the humans.  Their planet had atmosphere thinner in oxygen than the top of Mount Everest on earth.  Other occupants scrambled quickly out of the vehicle.  Other crews stumbled in a daze, then falling to the ground trying avoid the incoming blasts of counter fire from the…