“Engine One down”, I say, “We’re going for a crash landing”. We brace as we collide with the ground. The ship screeches as bits of metal fly everywhere. I start to feel the weight of my body forcing me backwards and then, blackness. I wake up and the first thing I see is shrapnel in my foot. I feel the pain radiate through my body. I smell fuel. I think to myself that I must get out. I undo my crippled harness and crawl my way out of the wreckage. I see them. ‘Prsssshhhhttttt’.
That was the last transmission from C38.