Moore narrowly avoided being hit by the raft, sailing overhead in it's tight packaging, ready to inflate at a moment's notice.  He'd taken a few steps back when she warned him, but it seemed that Maggie had quite an arm on her!  He moved close to the ship again once it had settled, and she came over the edge.  Despite a rough start, she took to the task of abseiling down the wreckage readily as well!  He stood ready to catch her, should anything go wrong, but she made it down, hanging in the air to ask him how being the only person standing on the planet felt.<br/><br/>He returned a small, unsure smile, accompanied by a brief shrug.  "Probably shoulda had some words, huh?  Something awe-inspiring, confident."  He breathed in briefly, exhaling slowly as he collected his thoughts, taking a few steps away from the ship as he did so, leaning over to take in the sights behind the ship.  "Shit," he murmured.  "It doesn't feel very good at all," he explained, pointing to the debris field behind them.<br/><br/>It seemed to stretch on as far as the eye could see, several mid-sized fires blazing along a wide swath where debris from the sky had fallen.  The cargo containers had clearly buckled or shattered on impact, carving up fast tracts of the land and blazing fresh trails, pounding through the gravelly topsoil and revealing a browner soil below.  The channel the various bounces and jolts of the ship had carved, along with the remnants of their cargo, seemed to scatter all the way to the horizon.  The fact that the primary ship had survived as well as it had was nothing short of miraculous with the kind of speed that they must have had when they were finally brought down.<br/><br/>It wasn't to imply the ship was in any fair condition.  It absolutely wasn't.  The lowest layers had been completely sheared off.  Anything resembling landing gear had been torn from their hardpoints, and the hardpoints were gone too.  Most of the rear of the ship looked like it had been bashed in, including all four of the engines on each of the after quarters of the ship.  It looked like the ship had come straight down onto the aft -- likely when Andrijan was angled upwards with full thrusters, fighting to keep the cargo from burying them outright -- bounced, veered forward (possibly from the dragging cables, two of which were still attached), and skidded after bouncing a few times, carving out the land as they went.<br/><br/>Gaping holes in the ships hull would provide easy access to the cargo bays, engine rooms and reactors.  That much wasn't going to be a problem, but this ship wasn't going to take them offworld.  Not a chance in hell.<br/><br/>Moore looked up, gazing past Maggie into the morning sky.  The violet sky was still darkened to the far east, basking in the glow of a red giant.  Streaks of flame still burned through the sky, no doubt the debris that had brought them down initially, still entering the planet's gravity.<br/><br/>"Not very good at all," Moore grunted, moving towards one of the gaps in the ship's hull, tugging on the steel lightly to try and open it up further.