Inti Caca and the other 27 survivor's set foot on Inka soil by Artist Tony Trowbridge.

Tapestry of the Inka warriors setting off to meet Inti Caca.
EXRACT from INTI CACA'S Journal:
I am on my knees choking on the black acrid smoke that is funnelling down the corridor, when I get lower I can just about gulp in some much needed oxygen.
The Klaxons klax. flashing lights flash it all helps to confuse me as I paniKK.
I am searching for a bolt hole somewhere that may afford me some safety. I feel the panik, it is alive consuming me. I am close to comatose shut down,
I am running blindly, I smack my head off a stanchion, career into a distraught servitor and get all tangled up in it's flaying arms.
I push it aside, I am now swearing profusely and choking,
At last I find a locker room and fumble with the chemical tag id thanking god it was not an iris ident.
I literally throw myself in gulping down lung busting amounts of oxygen, even before I have stopped sliding, skin suits are leaping toward me, the first completely engulfs me,the others bounce off and disappointed go back to their designated locker spaces, I am now cocooned, safe. even a direct nuclear hit on the ship would not kill me. I would be ejected into cold space where my suit will try to keep me alive but eventually I would Starve. Sometimes it's better to be fried instantaneously but not today, today I live.

Mixed media, recycled board, hand stretched natural cotton, acrylic, 31x21inches.