Doug sat on the cold floor with his tablet in his lap. What was left of his quarters was canted at a somewhat 45 degree angle toward the small bathroom in the corner. He was stareing hard at the screen thinking about how to begin. The light flickered briefly and his breath was starting to show in light bursts of cool vapor. They said keep a log so we have a digital record of the incident from everyones perspective. Sure I’ll give you a log.

[Well shit! I’m not even supposed to be here. Dr Verns comes at me with the “Grant is sick and can’t make the survey and we really need you to step in. It’s only for two weeks, a quick flight out to the rim, a few samples taken, some atmospheric readings, simple. You’ll be back for the festival, no problem.”

No problem my ass! Flying across the system in this old tub, should have been scrapped when I was in kindergarden. First the damn thing drops out of hyper too early and fries, so no return shot! Oh wait, no extra fuel allotment incase of emergency. We have just enough to crawl to orbit, not enough to land, just enough to make orbit! So guess what? You got it, Hard Landing!

I got to give it to the flight crew though, they did hold it together. Right until we dug a mile long trench in the ice. Thank god for the ice, well kind of, we were the bigest sled I know of but it did keep us from braking apart.

Now though that same ice was becoming a problem. The cold was starting to seep in. With power loss to keep the cold out, you know like in space, was failing with nothing to feed the core, you know like fuel. There’s also the fact that our hull isn’t completely intact. Not broken up mind you. But the half dozen garage door size holes, well lets say the indoor-outdoors living arrangemnt isn’t working.

Apparently we did get a SOS call off and were able to launch a beacon when we hit orbit, so we have that going for us. Except the lag time for communication will put a rescue team about eight days out. It’s going to get cold in eight days, what the hell am I talking about! It’s already cold, witch tit cold and getting colder all the time.

Theres scant little to burn on this fucking ice ball so were gathering what we can from the ship. We also need to worry about our water and food supplies freezing. We’ve been assured that we have the rescources to make it until help arrives but I think that there just feeding us a load of horse cr]

Doug sat back and looked at the screen as it went dark. Suddenly the lights went out and he found himself sitting in total darkness. Well Fuck!