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[color=gray]Nikolai sat on the floor in a slouched position that couldn´t have possibly been comfortable for anyone but himself, nervously tapping away at the plethora of options his emergency mode PDA now displayed. Blueprint tabs and survival advice swam around his head with no attempt to be memorized. As a former construction overseer, his job was based on calculating the specifics behind the creation of larger structures that couldn´t be built by anybody with a tablet and piles of raw material lying around. This was, in a way, a smaller scale version of the kind of work he was in charge of, so he wasn´t overly worried. He was, however, still coming to terms with the events that had unfolded.

[color=#A0B3A8]“W-what… what happened?”[/color] asked a voice from within the pod. 

[color=#9546a1]“Ehh…”[/color] said Nikolai, gesturing vaguely with the PDA and trying to show her the screen despite him being on the ground. She looked to be as young as he was, and displayed concern in her voice. Nikolai was still trying to come to terms with the recent events and replied to her questions with an uncharacteristically clueless tone in his voice. His sheltered mind was used to comfort and knowledge and not floating on an escape pod in the middle of an alien planet, understandably.

[color=#9546a1]“Erm… I just woke up, so I´m not sure.”[/color] He replied. The girl reached for her own PDA and asked him if he saw any other life pods. He turned his attention to the porthole on the ground and pursed his lips.[color=#9546a1] “I haven´t actually gone outside yet.”[/color] Nikolai never understood what people enjoyed about beaches, preferring to just stay at home instead of getting burnt by the sun and frozen by the water, all while covered head to toe in invasive, rough sand. Unfortunately his only escape route was a porthole on the ground that led straight into the ocean, so he´d have to set aside all of his squeamish thoughts if he really wanted to survive. 

He slowly stood up and looked around their environment while trying to find the right thing to say. [color=#9546a1]“No matter what we decide to do, our only option is entering the ocean.”[/color] Part of him wanted to mention blueprints and materials, but she was browsing her own PDA and was most likely just as aware as he was. Nikolai stopped himself from saying anything redundant and turned to her. [color=#9546a1]“So…”[/color] he continued quietly, [color=#9546a1]“What should we do first?”[/color] He stared down at his PDA and added, [color=#9546a1]“There´s a survival checklist, but a lot of this stuff is organized pretty badly.”[/color] 

For a brief moment Nikolai began to sound like his usual quiet and confident self. [color=#9546a1]“I think we should repair any major damage on the lifepod first, personally. Just about anyone can do maintenance with no problem.”[/color] His heart rate quickened at the idea of entering a deep, blue, alien ocean. He hoped to postpone it a bit.[/color]

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[color=gray][color=#f27778]“No problem!!!”[/color] shouted Hugo as the final flame on the lifepod was snuffed out. His crew member was now awake, and after some time had begun to speak to him.

[color=#fa94f5]“Are you sure?”[/color] she asked, examining him. This made Hugo a bit nervous, but like most negative emotions it wasn´t something that he was going to let other people notice. The girl was one of the ship´s younger members, looking at him with a pair of concerned golden eyes. [color=#fa94f5]“Mind if I take a look?”[/color] she insisted. 

Hugo´s rough style of maintenance had only damaged his clothing, which was such a regular part of his job that having it brought up seemed strange to him, especially with the pod around him in a state of heavy deterioration. [color=#f27778]“Do not worry, I am fine!”[/color] he said. The man set one hand on his hip and another under his chin, looking around the lifepod as unsubtly as possible. [color=#f27778]“The only thing that needs help here is this pod, Ahaha!”[/color]

He took several loud steps towards the pod´s fabricator and began toying with the settings with a now very serious facial expression. On one hand he tightly held a PDA, unsure of how things would play out in the future. He recalled the last words he had said to his brother, and the deal they had struck on that fateful day. 

[i][color=#f27778]“I will board the ship instead of you.”[/color][/i] 

Hugo was determined to not let this be the end. He was going to survive and return to a brother who had fully recovered from injury with plenty of money for the both of them. There was no other option. He shut off the fabricator and spoke to the girl again with an unmistakeable tinge of satisfaction. [color=#f27778]“The fabricator is working good, so we will survive.”[/color] He smiled a wide smile. It was common for crew members to see Hugo as background noise so only a handful of people ever got to know about him in detail, something that he had come to appreciate. He extended a large hand towards his crew member. [color=#f27778]“My name is Rafael, what is yours?”[/color][/color]