After hours of exploration and adventure-related happy times, the kerbals returned to their makeshift headquarters. The rovers parked themselves next to each other, inside the "perimeter" of a headquarters that they had established. All 6 stood, perfectly in line and parallel with each other, though the same could not be said for the kerbals. The hitchhiker containers in the bases would only support 24 of the crew of 56.
With a troublesome difference of 32 left, four teams of 8 went to find something that kerbals had not used in decades; a solid fuel. Charcoal. Though how it remained elusive to the kerbonauts for 4 hours after sunset was inexplicable, they finally found some in a patch of brown pole-lands of black substance that was identified as makeshift fuel. It was oddly barren, and only recently was formed from who-knows-what. Maybe even those brown poles, who knows?
4 teams trotted back towards HQ, arms full of charcoal and hearts full of wonder. Or was it minds? Minds, probably. I don't recall the heart being able to sustain emotion. Huh? Oh. It's an expression you say? Okay. Well, I don't see why not. Okay, so yeah, their hearts were full of wonder. And blood.
The cold kerbonauts dropped a giant pile in the center of the compound of landers and bases and quickly lit it with a toy rocketship that was hiding under one of the lander seats. (The kerbals were so overly optimistic that they actually built real rockets that were the size of toys, and after they failed, they were marketed as "exact replica" toys. They even had working parts, too.) The pile went up in flames, the resulting blazing plume of fire only to be rivaled by their rocket engines. The whole compound was lit up in a glorious, warm, orange glow. The crackling and popping of the black pieces of who-knows-what left a foul smell in any non-existent noses nearby, though only one creature stirred at the smell.
Rainbow Dash gently moved, knowing that she was halfway through the painful process of waking up. She streched and yawned as she slowly blinked her weary eyes open. She stared at her cerulean blue forehooves, only to find a straight line of exposed and reddened flesh in place of burned fur. Quickly recalling what had happened earlier, she screamed to find herself atop one of the skeleton's limbs. Her sensitive skin was now exposed to the cool sunset and she shivered violently.
She darted upwards only to hit a reinforced ceramic balcony as a little green biped holding a water bottle toppled over. Quickly darting back upwards and away from the balcony, she met eyes with a very confused looking lime paint can atop an asterisk in a blue suit. They awkwardly held each others' gazes for a grand total of 3 and a half seconds before they both started screaming. The green man slammed against a wall, backed up, clicked open a door, and started screaming again as it closed.
The spectral maned pony stood on the balcony, with nothing but an oddly shaped L-structure, a table, and a water bottle to keep her company. Remembering that she was standing on a corpse, she jumped up and dashed toward the setting sun, to find her way back to Ponyville. She was going to have to explain to Twilight Sparkle that little green paint cans walked around and screamed at her when she woke up on top of a skeleton with half of her foreleg fur missing.
Twilight couldn't possibly doubt Dash. Never. Under any circumstances, whatsoever. At all. Period.