The men feverishly worked to try and restore power to the engines.  The Colonel disconnected from the chaos.  His face grew grave.  It didn’t matter now, they couldn’t pull out of this.  Soon the ship began to vibrate as it contacted the planet’s atmosphere.  The craft punched its way through the upper layers of ozone and tore through the night air, straight toward the surface.  Most of the men had stopped their work.  They knew the score.  It was over.  This is how their story ended.  