----<br/>A few minutes ago.<br/>----<br/><br/>*AUTOREPAIR PROCEDURES COMPLETED*<br/>*DUALITY AI LOADED*<br/>*HIGH-LEVEL AUTONOMOUS FUNCTIONS STARTING UP*<br/>*STARTUP COMPLETED*<br/><br/>A small explosion ruptured part of the ships stern, just below the main hall. The ship’s mainframe displayed a notice of the increasing distance between the ship and the 003 escape pod. Lance watched in awe as the meteor shower slammed into the ship, again and again and again. He noticed parts of the hull ripping loose, including the most important part of the ship; the primary buffer panel. A small grin appeared on Lance’s face. He was a survivor through and through. This wasn’t the first time he had survived a collision in space. He had some emergency supplies and rations in this ship and had brought a small deck of cards in case he got bored. He undid the lid and began shuffling the card, not paying any more attention to the ship that was now being pulled into the planet’s orbit. A peered up a bit and noticed a small piece debris was heading straight towards him. The piece of metal did remind him of a certain buffer panel.<br/><br/>“FUCK!!” He yelled, while fastening his seatbelts. Seconds later he felt the impact, while he passed out from the heavy G’s felt inside the cabin. The last thing he noticed and felt was the pull of gravity.<br/><br/><br/>SYSTEM REBOOT NECESSARY FOR COMPLETE FUNCTION....REBOOT?<br/>.......yes<br/>SYSTEM REBOOT SELECTED....GOOD MORNING ESCAPE 001<br/>..."The time is not accurate for morning...please auto correct...actual time....unknown....designation...unknown...total life forms in small space occupancy...one....first life form...human male, normal built, sexually active.... ".<br/><br/>The inner computer of pod worked furiously to auto correct itself, adjusting the minor infractions as it’s repair kicked in. Small damage had been maintained during the sudden impact from the main ship’s buffer panel, but the internal system had managed to keep it minimal by forcing itself into a complete system shut down.<br/><br/>A metallic, monotone female voice came on over the pods intercom.<br/>"Estimated Landing time, 0.5 Minutes...destination unknown."<br/><br/><br/>His hand caressed his cheek, making circles around his temple, brushing the short dark brown hair aside. His temple felt warm and sticky. “Blood?” He asked sheepishly.When he  tried to concentrate, he lost consciousness again.<br/><br/>“5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1. ..impa..”<br/><br/>Lance was half conscious as he was thrown out of the pod during the impact. He heard the escape pot bursting open while in the distant the other pieces of metal were crashing. He actually enjoyed the feeling of weightlessness as he flew further in the air. He shoulders landed first in a deep lake. The water felt like concrete at first, causing friction marks on his shoulder. He rolled at the watery surface until he finally sank down. The cold water brought him awake in a second. If he had broken something he would have to act now. He was not deep in the water yet and adrenaline was fueling him for now.<br/><br/>He propelled himself upwards using his legs. “Thank science they aren’t broken” he muttered to himself as he reached the edge of the leg. A dozen seconds later and he was rushing towards the escape pod. His body was battered and bruised, it felt like he had mated with a Tri-alloy tube loader. The longer he waited the more of his supplies went to waste. He dragged his tired frame towards the remnants of his former pod and noticed some of the crates were still, somewhat, intact. He was actually amazed at the state of his body. A severed limb or a few broken bones would have been a positive outcome in such a landing as this. He began mumbling about doing the math on his landing trajectory and seeing if he could gain some knowledge from it. Perhaps this experience could be used as a mandatory impact training for new recruits? ‘The Lancerius approach’ He dubbed it quickly.<br/><br/>A small grin appeared on his face, childish as it may seem, when he noticed the deck of cards among the rubble. He wasn’t going to bore himself on this planet. How quickly that grind disappeared from his face when he heard a twig snap.