"Computer," Smith said. "How much force shields do we have left?"
"None," the computer replied.
"Computer, can we make a controlled landing?" Smith asked.
"Yes," the computer replied. "we can."
"Thank the lord," Smith said, in relief. Smith pressed the crescent moon under his neck. "But I like to be prepared."
The helmet formed along his head becoming finished by a thick strip of film covering his face. A gray layer of metal covered his skin even going as far to produce gloves for his hands that seemed large. He pressed a few more buttons then went to the side compartment that was square and protruded from the wall. He slid it open to reveal a survival backpack hooked into it. He slid it out then wrapped slid his shoulders through the straps. He stood by the chair with his hands clasped together in his lap looking on toward the promised planet.
Abruptly, the ship trembled knocking him down to his knees and to his hands.
"What in the heavens?" Smith exclaimed, using the arm rest of the chair to get up to his feet.
"We are being attacked!" The computer cried. "We are going to DIE!"
"Stop panicking!" Smith shouted back, then hopped into the chair and put on the seatbelt. "Computer, make a controlled crash landing to the best of your ability!" Smith pressed a few buttons here and there sending control over to the computer.
"I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THE PILOT!" The computer screamed.
"Neither am I!" Smith replied. "You are the best I got!"
"Remain still and do not run around screaming," the computer said. "I have never been in this situation before so please be considerate of the outcome."
Smith's hands grasped on to the arm rest of the chair.
"I am not handing myself over when I am this close to Gamma," Smith said.
The view backed out of the ship to reveal spacecrafts firing after the life boat which were the same ones from four weeks ago. They were painted white and blue in designs that seemed to be more of decorations. Parts of the ship came flying off as it dived closer toward the atmosphere into the planet striking the more wider and thinner spacecrafts that flew off from the falling apart spaceship. Birds flew away from the oncoming massive spaceship. The camera flew down toward the direction of the wide yet curved front screen.
"Computer," Smith said. "How far are we from the nearest spacecraft that is planet bound?"
"By air travel, we are five hours away from it," The computer replied. "By land we are one week away."
"Can we make our course adjustment?" Smith asked.
"No, sir," the computer replied. "I am severely damaged and unable to make a proper ascent at any time in the future."
"You don't have the equipment to make the repairs," Smith said.
"I do not," The computer replied.
"No matter," Smith said. "I believe I have a ride available off this planet."
"Good," The computer said.
"For what you are worth," Smith said. "thank you very much for bringing me here."
"You are welcome, Doctor Smith," the computer replied.
"I am coming, dear old friend," Smith said. "Don't make any more mistakes until I get there."
The ship struck the ground breaking into several pieces sending the chair flying out of the bridge. It flipped over and over until it stopped against a stone rock. He relaxed then saw several pieces of scrap metal that were very sharp falling his way leaving marks in the mountain surface. He unbuckled himself then jumped off the chair then ran down the embankment. He jumped off a cliff then fell.
Smith landed on to a thin tree branch that gave out beneath him sending him falling even further until a thick tree branch stopped him. He fell over with a cry of pain so his eyes caught sight of a ledge from above him. His eyes wandered over to the newer branches of the tree sticking out from across so he carefully balanced himself up to his feet then leaped forward with his hands reached out for the branches. Smith's hands grasped on to the already two weak, new branches. He swung himself back and forth then once he was back away from the ledge, Smith threw himself forward that he let go of the branches. He came to a landing on the wide ledge landing on the backpack.
Smith turned over then looked on to see the pieces of the ship were falling to the depths of the raging river. He pressed on the crescent moon with a sigh of relief, lowered down on to the rock, taking in a good sigh. After a few moments, Smith got up to his feet and observed a path that laid ahead of him. So he took off the backpack where he found a space rifle hooked into the side pocket. He placed the backpack on then looked forward to see his path lead up to the top of the cliff. He had a short nod to himself then walked on with the heavy backpack. With no threats or adrenaline running through his veins, the backpack felt much heavier against him so Smith walked slower than he had.