DAY I: We've landed, the crew is still shaking from being thrown around that shuttle as the planet pulled us down from orbit. Charls is vomiting uncontrollably, and is getting more pale by the minute. Linnda seems strangely unaffected, picking up pieces of the rubble reduced vessel and organizing them neatly in sorted piles. Length, Width, Weight, I don't know, it all seems just random.
I feel as though every bone in my body has been ripped out and replaced toothpicks, oh how they splinter and burn as I pace steadily back and forth around the others. But as captain of this mission, I cannot show them what I feel.
Truth be told I'm scared senseless. I have no idea where we are, and with no radio support, we're doomed to walk this ravenous rock until we run out of oxygen. And there's not much left.