Klybo's surface, near here at least, was dotted with towering rock formations. Finding the crash again would be easy enough, provided they kept the formations in sight as a reference point. The stone and wind-blown sand, however, did not hold tracks especially well. The shuttle had carved a furrow when it hit, smaller gouges further away marking the bounces it had made before coming to a complete stop. The shuttle was heavily damaged, one of the engines reduced to a shredded mess of scorched metal, but the hull was in one piece.

Their pilot shrugged as they walked away, looking between the crash site and Novus. "Call the station when you want a lift back up. Can't promise it'll be me that comes for you, but someone will be along. Oh, and here.." reaching into a compartment in the shuttle wall, Olin tossed Novus a tin. From the way it sloshed, it had water inside. "That'll keep you alive out here. At least for long enough that someone can get to you."

Vanishing back inside, Olin shut the hatch behind them, their shuttle's engines powering up. For the second time, they were being left behind in an inhospitable location. Only this time, they had fewer options of where to go. The crash was the logical place to start, and Joss was already well on the way there.

Close up, their view of the downed shuttle was better. The hull was covered in tiny scratches, all the hatches yawning wide open. The inside was dark, and looked hot - heat shimmered around the openings, caught in the light shining down from above. It would get cold as soon as the sun went away though, Joss well knew.