Our flight was no different from the rest. Everything had been smooth flying from the start, until we crashed. I am still not quite sure what happened, but we had hit some pretty hard turbulence and heard the flames ignite. Dispite all the training the crew had endured, we still did not know how to over come the fight or flight feeling in our stomachs. Within minutes of the impact, we had hit the ground in an unexplored area. Along with a few of the crew members, I jumped out of the ship to explore the damage. With me I had my small toolbox and my knowledge of 4 years of ship building. Yet when I saw the damage, none of those things could help us. The entire bottom of our ship was in reckage along with a few of our jets. Panic mode set in. With this amount of damage, we may never be able to go home. I studied my crew mates, who seemed to be starting on the repairs. I listened in on conversations, must were filled with uncertainty. I tried my best to find something I could do, yet every problem seemed to large to be solved by me. It looked like we were stranded.