Brea wipes sweat off her brow and tosses a bent metal piece of something. It hits the grass with a swoosh and a twang. "Porter, go get me the Optitrope Computer, would you?"
"Sure, Captain. Is it in the auxilliary storage bay off the bridge--"
"I don't know!" Brea cuts you off in exasperation, "Everything got moved around in the crash. It could be in the mess hall for all I know, just find it."
"Okay..." You mutter under your breath and turn on your heel. Back inside the ship, you notice again how dark it is inside. Even with the lights back on its much dimmer than outside in the bright sunlight -- of course, the sun of this planet is a lot brighter than Sol, but then again the planet is a bit further from it than Earth is from Sol.
Making your way up to the bridge, which would give you access to some of the storage bays, you pick your way through the debris, garbage and cargo that got scattered through the halls and passage ways.
A shiver runs down your spine. You stop dead in your tracks.
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