It took some few hours for the crew to come to accept what had just happened. Their situation brought new meaning to the word "bittersweet." When things had settled down, when the shock had begun to wane, and after any injuries had been tended to they began clean the debris and put the pieces of whatever they had left back together. Quin surveyed the lake and forest around them from the gaping hole that used to be the far end of the engine room and the back of the ship.

"On the bright side, we finally made it to a planet with a beach," Quin said.

Iisska detached the charred remains of an auxiliary thruster from it's all but destroyed mounts and struggled with it's weight until it hit the floor with a loud [i]CLUNK[/i]. He set his foot on it and took a few seconds to catch his breath from a usually very easy endeavor and then turned to glare at Quin. He looked at her with a deeply unimpressed frown for a good five seconds before giving the useless thruster a good hard shove with his boot off the edge of their new patio. He walked away muttering as it shattered all over the ground below. 

Deciding it best to let him sulk without her, Quin left to let him salvage the engine room by himself. The rest of the ship was dim, almost too dark to see in some areas in fact. The crew had set up a couple of charged emergency lights, but there was no telling how long those would hold up on what little power they had stored. Even working in the dark it was determined that some of the ship was in rather remarkable condition under the current circumstances. Extensive work would have to be done to the electrical grid and control panels all over the ship, but most of the necessary living space equipment, projectors, communicators, navigation equipment, and other miscellaneous systems were fine. Or so it seemed that way. They weren't exactly functional with every ounce of energy having been drained from the ship on descent. Even Trinity was still quiet. 

This dire predicament, however, had a chance at being remedied. Marquis revealed to them that the ship was equipped with an array of solar panels for just such and emergency. They were stored under locking hull panels along the exterior of the ship. They could be opened and extended via mechanical cranks in the upper service passages of the ship. Quin volunteered to be the one to maneuver through these tight, one man passages to get to the cranks. After nearly an hour of work in a claustrophobic's nightmare it was revealed that six of the eight cranks were broken. They would have to be opened manually from the outside. With spit, sweat, a crowbar and many, many swear words.

When Quin ventured back to the engine room to get more muscle for the job, she found the place nearly gutted, a practical junk yard scattered on the ground outside of the loading ramp and Iisska fast asleep against the corner wall. Waking him up again was no easy task and he didn't fully snap out of his dazed and confused state until after falling down the ladder to the main deck.

By the time all of the panels concealing the stored solar arrays were brute forced open, mostly thanks to Cheshik, the sun had set. 

"Whatever," Iisska sighed and plopped down on the roof of the ship, "Not like any power would have been back today. It's gonna be a week or two before we can even get enough stored for the synthesizer to shit out one cup of coffee."

"On that topic..." Quin said quietly, "We only have about five or six days worth of dry rations."

"You mean we have five or six days worth of cardboard flakes," Iisska snorted.

"Eight or nine if you'd rather starve," she proposed.

He lay back and rolled onto his side.

"That's what I thought. Anyway, we'll need to find an alternate food source, and quickly, just in case. Hopefully there's some kind of edible wildlife or plant matter around here. Better yet a city or a space port where we can get help. Or a native species that would trade with us rather than execute us on sight... Cheshik. You were a hunter right? Maybe you can help us out with that? I suggest we organize a survey team in the morning and start to get a better grasp on our surroundings."

Quin looked up into the night sky, that was now lit up with millions upon millions of stars, as she finished that thought. For a moment she was intimidated by how impossible that expanse seemed now that they were without a functional ship. It defied her reason. Then she felt calm. Though her thoughts were turning toward the imposing, it was all so beautiful. Stunning even. It reminded her of something very important.

"I know things don't look good, but we are alive. As long as we're all breathing then that's something. If we survived... that... Then I think we can survive this."