The harsh beeping of the ship environmental warning greeted me as I regained consciousness. The canopy infront of me webbed with cracks clearly the cause of the warning. Fortunately the impact left my flight suit helmet intact, so I was in no immediate danger.
Glancing around I could see that the cockpit had performed as designed, acting as an escape pod when my ship suffered catastrophic failure in the storms above.
Releasing my harness, I pulled the canopy release. It fell to the side and slid away on the wet rock.
Clambering carefully out of what remains of my ship, I move around and pop the survival gear from its storage.
Thunder rolled as I setup the drag sled and loaded the rest of the equipment on it.
The clouds opened up pouring rain down on me as I began to trek down the slope looking for a good place to rig the shelter.