[b]Karen[/b] & the luggage guy.
From the outside where everyone stood, the shadow of the ship, the large silhouette against the bustling haze of flying sand, gave the large exciting illusions of grandeur. 
That building excitement, hope and relief quickly vanished as soon as one was to begin exploring inside. 

First they would notice the cargo bay was exceptionally empty. No shelves, no railings, no crates or grates. Completely stripped. The hallway that followed was much the same. A room coloured like a kitchen came off the main hall, again empty, the entire floor slanting downwards to an open door that led out to desert sand.

[i]"It will cost you more if you expect me to drag these back."[/i] The baggage man warned looking around at the ship.

This was less than a ship. Half a shell with a few rooms still attached. It acted as a large wind block. Beyond it the violent sand storm was much softer and Karen could see much further. About 200 meters away a rusty wire fence surrounded a large warehouse structure attached to a little shack. Faint wisps of smoke billowed from a chimney. No sign of your ship but signs of life.
[sub](The warehouse is just slightly too small to house the ship)[/sub]

[b]Rudolf[/b]
For a little while now he has felt as though he was being watched. From the corner of his eye he could swear it appeared as though strange small mounds of sand had been moving around behind him and vanishing. 

[b]Jimmy[/b]
While not quite deadly, there were defiantly some low levels of radiation present. More than he would have expected to find. The Geiger counter in his hand beeped steadily counting the loose firing atoms.

[b]Wyn[/b]
From his position at the back of the group, although distorted and muffled by the raging winds, just maybe he heard what sounded like the the distant crack of a gunshot.