Somehow, we made it. It was a gruesome journey, and at times despair took the best of me, but the osteotron infestation is cleared. Major Williams’ heroic sacrifice will not be forgotten, and for that, we’re eternally grateful. We shall honor his memory on this planet Lutba.
Luckily for us, the osteotrons didn’t damage our propulsion and landing systems, so landing should be a smooth experience, at least when compared to the launch and our… turbulent flight. Thankfully the pilot survived, or else all could have been for naught, if we crashed instead of landing.
I can see some isolated settlements on the planet’s surface. They surely are a lot bigger than those on that nuclear wasteland, but not quite as large as I was led to expect based on our historical records of human civilization. Worse yet, the land is composed of nothing but sand… Perhaps this is a subterraneous civilization, so they can escape the wild temperature fluctuations of the planet’s surface? The crew is hopeful that’s the case. Even if it isn’t, we can’t see mutants or raiders in the distance, so that’s another point in favor of Lutba.
“Put on your seatbelts and brace for landing, folks! We’re back to gravity!”, the pilot said. I can feel my heart racing as I’m reminded of what gravity feels like. This feels real. I am alive. Pew, pew! What the heck? Laser shots? “We’ve been hit!” So much for a smooth landing… Don’t die, don’t die, don’t die…! Survive, dammit!
As I wake up, I see my comrades around me. Are we prisoners? Are we slaves? What of our ship? Should we try to fix it and move on, or maybe this is a big misunderstanding and we can live in the underground?
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