As the shuttle broke through the thin atmosphere of Pheophios, it shook violently, flinging off panels, tearing parts off. Miraculously, Atlas was alive, holding on for dear life, of course.

The ship makes contact with the rocky sand of the planet, crunching and rolling. Eventually, it rolled into a hill nearby, stopping it.

It was full of smoke, he could barely see a thing, opening the emergency panel he saw this was far from home…

Atlas: “That… Could have gone better.”