Following the crash, Jetscott and Arscott were the first two to regain consciousness. As the stood up, they surveyed the damage to the Spirit of Freedom. Neither of them knew how'd they'd gotten planetside, nor how the ship hadn't been destroyed by the crash. However, as Arscott neared the helm of the ship, the answer became clear. Prescott was still holding onto the controls, armor is stasis-lock. Arscott called over Jetscott, who unlocked the suit. However, expecting Prescott to fall, Arscott was shocked to find her Commander had regained consciousness.
"Get a head count, then report to the vehicle bay." Ordered Prescott, limping towards the elevator, which still had power. As the doors started to close, Arscott held them open and joined Prescott on the elevator's descent. Arscott's eyes met Prescott's, tears streaming down her visor covered face. "Please... Prescott... don't push yourself..." However, before she could continue, Prescott pinned her to the elevator wall, his eyes darkened with a nod to the seriousness of the words that came next... "Arscott...", Prescott's voice dripped with compassion, a swelling tide of emotions, "...if it meant keeping you safe, I'd die the most gruesome death unimagined." Arscott's eyes trembled with emotion... Prescott hadn't ever said anything like this ever before.
As the elevator doors opened into the vehicle bay, Prescott and Arscott unlocked a vehicle, its faded painted on name read "Armadillo-X". The Armadillo-X was an all-terrain roving vehicle (ATRV), designed to take the punishment of exposed space. As the nuclear-powered rover left the garage bay of the Spirit of Freedom, the stereo system began to play a 33rpm-slowed version of the song, Jolene. The pair had entered this unknown world, unaware of what they'd find. As the Armadillo-X picked up speed, the beauty of this unknown world unveiled itself to the pair. Waterfalls that spilled down from floating islands, meadows of odd-colored flowers, and wildlife they'd never seen before kept pace with the Armadillo, cruising at a solid fifty-five miles per hour as the song Rebel Yell cut across the stereo system.
Prescott pushed the clutch in, pushing the long stick-shift shifting the Armadillo into fifth-gear high, running the Armadillo-X long a cliff's edge. However, at the bottom of the cliff, something caught Prescott's eye. "Arscott, there's another crash. We're not the first one's marooned on this planet..." His hands gripped the shifter nob and the steering wheel tighter as the realization they might not be alone, swirled about their thoughts within the Armadillo-X as if were a fog rolling into a graveyard. Prescott dropped a nav-pin for Jetscott to track, before finding a way into the canyon below. A steep high-grade slope, that led straight down to the crashed ship. Once the pin was dropped, Prescott slammed his foot on the accelerator, quickly getting the Armadillo-X up to seventy miles per hour, speeding down the slope.
Once they'd reached the bottom, Prescott parked the Armadillo-X and the duo got out. With non-verbal commands, Prescott pulled out weapon known to many dead species as Saint Helens. It was a heavily modified, slam-fire trenchgun that fired ionized Theta-Plutonium (non-radioactive). Arscott drew her dual-wielded laser-bolt revolvers with kbar bayonet attachments. As the two approached the ship's bulkhead outer door, Prescott wiped dust off of a faded name plaquard that read, "USS Pacific Cruiser". However, before they could enter the ship, a voice called out to them...
"Don't even think about. Turn around nice and slow... or I'll vaporize you where you both stand."