"We might not even be able to make it there" he said uncertainly. The ship lurched itself. He struggled to keep the engines online. He held the ship up and steered it to Mars. The planet had been revived, the atmosphere was reintegrated artifically and the hidden pockets of water beneath the surface came up, reviving the entire planet withing a few months. They were coming in hot and he tried to deploy the landing gear. He just went for the closest city. He had to pass the jungle first and it wasn't really working. The landing gear was stuck. He struggled to hold the controls. "You must eject. Take everyone. I will try to land the ship. Get to safety man'am. It is highly suggested" he said worried for the ma'ams safety.
Den nods slightly, starting toward the back of the ship with her younger cousins, falling to her knees as the ship lurched again. When she tried to stand, pain shot through her leg, forcing her back to the ground. "No, no, no..."
"What happened ma'am? You need to go." he said. Her guests had reached their escape pods and began blasting off. There was one left for the master. He steered the ship towards the city, trying to slow down. They were still hundreds of miles away. He didn't think they would make it.
"It's nothing. A sprained ankle," Den says, pulling herself to her feet and leaning heavily against the ship's wall.
"Go quickly! There isn't much time. I won't make this but you have to." he said trying to hold the ship together. Suddenly a wing broke off and the whole ship lurched to the side. An engine failed and another lurch came. Their altitude began dropping quickly.
"There's a problem with that. It's not going to hold my weight," Den says through gritted teeth, shutting her eyes.
He took a chance. He stood up and ran over to Den. He helped her up as the ship lurched. He tried to get her to hop over to the escape pod.Then it happened, the ship hit the ground with a menacing thud. flames burst up around the ship and the windows ripped open. They both fell down and he hit his head, passing out.
Den raises an arm to protect her eyes from the shattering glass of the windows, using her body to shield Muhammed as she slowly dragged them out of the wreckage, coughing from the smoke.
Muhammad had blood flowing form a large cut on his forehead. He was out cold and he could'nt move. His chest heaved up and down, he was barely alive.
Den lets out a string of curses, quickly going back into the ship, not noticing the pain in her ankle as she searched for a first aid kit. "Come on... There," she mutters, going back to Muhammed and cleaning the wound before stitching it closed.
Muhammad woke up after a few minutes. He sat up and looked around. He spotted Den. "Are you alright ma'am?" he said. His eyes widened and he tried to move, but winced in pain as h touched his head.
"I wouldn't sit up if i were you. You hit your head pretty hard. I'm alright, I suppose. Some slight burns and smoke inhalation, but I'll survive."
"I'm fine ma'am. We need to get you out fo the jungle and back to home or civilization." he said obediently. His family was indebted to hers. But formt he booms he heard before the crash, there wasn't much of it left. He tried to sit up but again failed. He collapsed back to the ground, his heading the ground with a light thud. His chest heaved. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault." he said
"No, it is not your fault. It was my fool idea to skip the refueling station. You merely did as told," Den says, rubbing her ankle and wincing.
There was an awkward silence during which he just laid there. "I couldn't save the ship" he said sadly. He ventured to get up and he finally succeeded, after feeling a lot of pain. He winced and stood up.
"Better we survived than the ship," Den says, getting to her feet. "How far to the city?"
"Estimated 300 miles" he said, catching Den and helping her maintain her balance.
Den groans, leaning on him to keep the weight off her foot. "We shouldn't go anywhere until we're well enough to walk without worrying that the other may pass out at any moment. Let's just find some shelter and rest."
"I'll see what we can make out of the debris" he said. He slowly sat Den down then started looking throught the debris. Soon, he had a makeshift shelter ready and he had started looking for food. He came up with nothing.
Den sighs, glancing at her swollen ankle. "I can't believe this is all my fault... I should have listened to you," she mutters, rubbing her temples.