I watched helplessly as the alien weapon fired a bolt of energy at the descending ship. Unlike the Aurora, the tiny vessel had little mass. The engine pylons spilt away, and crashed into the water. The bridge simply detonated like a bomb. A piece of the wreckage plunged towards me, trailing smoke. I scrambled down the hill, and hit the floor. The wreckage clipped the hill, and a piece of metal hit my head. Just before I passed out, I remember hearing the alien structure resuming its original position.
I should probably introduce myself to whoever receives this log. My name is Tyler Lang. I am (or rather was) a robotics engineer aboard the ACS Aurora, a Alterra exploration vessel sent to set up a phasegate for travel between areas of deep space. I am the only survivor of the ship's crash. We were performing a orbital slingshot around a water world when the ship was hit on the port side by a direct energy weapon. I was performing minor maintenance on one of the ship's PRAWN suits when I was knocked to the floor. I stumbled to the nearest escape pod bank, and launched. On the way down, I was knocked unconscious by a piece of metal. When I woke up, I was stranded on a alien world with no hope and no help. That was 2 months ago.
In the time since I was stranded, I managed to survive pretty well. The area I crashed in had plenty of titanium and was quite shallow. i call it the Safe Shallows. Within 2 weeks of my arrival, I had set up a small seabase, and was already growing edible food. Within a month, my little base had expanded and now had a reliable source of energy from a bioreactor. That's when I received a message from a rescue ship.
A ship called the Sunbeam had picked up the distress signal from the Aurora, and was coming to pick me up. I came to this beach, where I found a alien base. As the sunbeam came in to land, the 'tower' of the alien construct turned out to be a weapon. Then the remains of the Sunbeam crashed, and I was knocked out.
When I woke up two minutes later, the once beautiful beach was scattered with debris. I stumbled to my feet, and ran towards the largest piece. It appeared to be the cargo bay of the sunbeam, and was mostly intact. It was also looked like it was still mostly intact. I clambered through a hole in the hull, and into the hold. Inside was a couple of crates which were stamped with the logo for medical supplies. To my shock, a woman was lying on the floor. She was still alive.
The next day, I transported the woman to my sub inside a sealed cargo container. Once we got there, I opened the lid, and pulled her out. I left her on the single bed in my living quarters, and began moving supplies from the wreckage to the sub. My sub was a Cyclops, a massive submarine that I had constructed from blueprints I found in the Aurora's wreckage.
I moved the last crate to the sub, and began the trek back to the seabase. I was engrossed with piloting, so it wasn't until I had the barrel of my stasis rifle in the middle of my back that I realised the woman had woken up.