The impact crumples the ship's nose and rattles it to the core. You and your crew rise from the panic created by the failure.
"What is the damage?" you ask.
"The nav computer system has been damaged in the crash," says your mechanic. "The thrusters have eroded and the fuel systems are offline. So, to narrow it down, we're screwed."
"Very well," you respond. "And where did we crash?"
"We have no record of it," says the navigator, trying to piece together the fragments of data before the system crashed.
With no knowledge of this world, you call five of your crew to accompany you on an expedition onto the surface while the rest inspect and hopefully repair the damage. You open the airlock, now severely damaged by the friction of an uneasy descent, and jump onto the surface. You expected soil, but there is none to be found. Instead you see a pale landscape divided into geometric patterns. The atmosphere is foggy and moist, with traces of assumed spores. Indeed some kind of black life form encrusts to the large cracks in the hard surface. Beyond you can make out large blue mountains, geometrically fine like skyscrapers. You run up towards one, shouting for some intelligent being to assist your stricken crew. Instead, you encounter...
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