The red wasteland spreads before his eyes. Rocks blend in with the surface. A heavy layers of dust, untouched by pony hooves, covers everything. The sheer fact that the planet in question has a breathable atmosphere is a miracle in itself. Behind him, a once majestic starship sits half buried and on fire. It's windows lay shattered. The bridge is half visible above the ground. The engines stick up in the air at a severe angle. The hull is ripped in places, completely destroyed in others. Salvageable, if Celestia decides to shine on it. Between the two depressing sights, sits a pony with blue hair. A horn on his head and wings on his back, he is a rare breed. Jack of all trades, and master of none. A jet-black jumpsuit covers his body. One wing is twisted at an unnatural angle, and scratches and burns dot his body. Every bone in his body aches. The crash had taken its tole.
"The captain. Gone." Tears form in his eyes, and fall to the parched ground. He straightens up and looks at the surroundings, focusing on the task at hoof. On the horizon, larger rocks dot the surface. A mountain range, perhaps
"Good as any place to set up camp" He thinks. With what seems like a great effort, First Officer Dann starts towards the rocks. His hoof prints make soft prints in the martian landscape. Seconds turn to minutes. Minutes turn to hours. The alien sun beats down upon the sole life form. Each step is labored. Breath comes uneasily. His wing starts to drag on the ground, only causing more and more pain. The task of wandering becomes repetitive, and his mind wanders to the actions that led to this, if only to keep from thinking about the pain...