The tricky part of Kenna's plan was turning off the gravity anchor. This was a considerable challenge because the control panel was put out of commission by her rough orbital descent, thus rendering most of the pod's electronics inoperable. It was only because the anchor had an emergency activation system that it had worked at all. Had being the operative word, because she was forced to fry that system too.

Typical survival training tended to impress the notion of staying put so you could be found easier. That was out the question here. Besides the fact that she didn't have the supplies to pull it off, sitting around just waiting to be rescued felt too much like giving up. And as her father had always said, Shepards don't quit.

The anchor now "weighed", she climbed up the ladder, her top half poking out the hatch. It was early morning yet, and the sun was only just over the horizon while the planet's red moon was still high in the sky. She braced herself between the hatch opening and the rungs of the ladder, and took a deep breath as she began part two of her plan.

She focuses on a spot just in front of her pod, shivers a little as she feels the tingle of her biotics across her skin, then with a gesture she sends out her power. It sets a patch of ocean aglow in periwinkle hues before it starts pushing the water way, making a trench that her pod starts to slip into. With a bit more concentration she keeps the mass effect field at a distance as the pod rides the artificial wave, and before long she's moving at a few meters per second towards the distant spaceship.

In spite of the mental strain, she cracks a smile at finally making progress towards leaving this planet.

Post-crash log 5, Day 3:

"This is Ensign Shepard from lifepod five...and my head is killing me like a bad hangover." she groans. "Other than that, the plan has mostly been a success. It's definitely the Aurora I've been seeing, thank god, and now I'm more than halfway to it. The only glaring problem is the nasty headache its given me.

"The current seems very weak here, if there even is one, so I'll be taking a little break. I've already helped myself to one of the nutrient blocks, and I'll be drinking some water too. I'll give it another go when my head isn't throbbing. Shepard out."

Kenna's head was still aching slightly when she was violently thrown from her spot on the bench/storage compartment. Bewildered, she attempts to rise but freezes at the sound of a bone chilling roar. The lifepod alarms begin to ring and Shepard can see the hull dent inwards as whatever is attacking latches on with a spectacular strength. She clings to the ladder tightly as the pod is thrashed about, the monstrous roar booming all the while.

There's a loud crunching sound that grates against her eardrums, and she stares horrified as a pair of jaws with rows of many sharp teeth bites off a corner of the pod.

Water comes rushing in as the pod is thrown again, and with the added slipperiness she loses hold and is flung out through the hole, its jagged edge cutting across her hands as she desperately tries to grab on to something.

It's then that she gets a good look at the beast. Its shark-like body was long and white, streaked with blood red fins. At its head were four giant mandibles with which it was holding its current prey, her pod.

Her pod, which contains the only supplies she has!

At that sudden realization, she kicked herself into gear and fell back on her training. Her body lit up the water with a purplish hue as she lashed out at the sea monster. It balked as her warp connected, roaring out in pain as the chaotic ball of gravitational energy tore at it's side. Reaching out with her power again, she pulled on one of its mandibles in the opposite direction, pulling it away from her pod.

When the thing finally caught sight of her glowing form it rushed forward with a speed Shepard hadn't expected, putting her on the defensive as she threw up a hasty barrier to its claw tipped mandibles. Her lungs began to burn with a need for oxygen but she kept up the barrier as the monster squeezed at it, determined to not budge an inch. Just as she felt herself begin to waver, the beast gave it up and released her, judging that she more trouble than she was worth.

Her lungs were practically on fire now as she raced to the surface and took several gasping breaths of air in the afternoon light. She took a moment to let the excitement/terror of the past few moments ease some, before taking a deep breath and diving again. She had to get those supplies before they were too deep.