OOC: is it 24 RL hours?
Jack jumped up onto the massive beast's back, digging his knife into it's neck several times over. He held a firm grip on the beast, continuously stabbing it. It tumbled to the ground, Jack still on his back. He buried the knife into the beast's skull before brutally ripping it out and standing.
Jack Valinsky aka Jack The Ripper. He was a convict being transported on the ship that had crash landed. No one trusted him and everyone thought he was serial killer without code. The man that dropped the pipe stood defensively and with fear. Broken hand cuffs were stuck to his wrist, the severed chain dangling down. "Easy to escape these things, E." He uttered. "Especially when you crash land and a jagged piece of metal are nearby." He said with a dark, slow laugh. "And as for the knife, I grabbed it off one of your crew mates while they were knocked out." He wore dark goggles over his eye, keeping a sense of mystery to him. "Don't worry, E." He dropped the knife. "I have no intention of killing you...yet." He added, the ability of it being a joke or serious talk present. He dropped the knife.