[Inspectre]

Although he wasn't quite sure why he was particularly scared of this figure made out of light, running away from it seemed to be a good idea. Hoping to lose it in what appeared to be a maze of corridors, Jake only ended up getting himself backed into a dead end. Whirling around and preparing to bring his pulse rifle up to bear on the figure should it be stupid enough to turn the corner, Jake was a bit taken aback to see it suddenly standing in front of him. With no time to snap off a shot, the reflexive part of Jake's brain took over, twisting the rifle around so that it was held across his chest, and then using his left hand to swing the butt of the rifle around, hard at the being's nose.

A second later, Jake's hand slammed into a metal bulkhead, snapping him awake from whatever sort of stupor he had been in after the crash. Looking around wildly, Jake didn't see any figures made out of brilliant light nearby, so that was no doubt a figment of his imagination, created by his mind to block out the traumatic stress of crashing a ****ing spaceship into the ground. Looking around, Jake saw that he was hanging a short distance above the "floor", still tied to the piping that he had used to brace himself for the crash. Across from him, the metal bulkhead was torn open like Christmas wrapping paper, letting hot yellow sunlight flood into the room. Looking through the rent, Jake could see several sand dunes, as well as a sharp rock spire that undoubtedly tore the hole in the frigate's side, and nearly tore him open as well. "Better luck next time, ****er." Jake said to the rock, as he went to work on the strands of spare electrical cable that he had used to tied himself to the pipes. A few short moments later, Jake was freed, and after he had gathered his equipment that he had tied in with him, he allowed himself to drop down to the angled deck, slidding down to the bottom, which was only a few feet from the rent in the ship's side. His lungs beginning to sting from the acrid smoke that was filling the air, Jake quickly decided it was time to leave the frigate for good, and quickly made his way through the hole, careful not to slice himself open on the doubtlessly razor-sharp edges of torn steel. Finally out into the sunlight for real, Jake walked a dozen more paces away from the ship, then cheered. "AHAAHAH!!! Better luck next time, universe!! You gotta get up pretty early in the morning to **** Jake Tremain for good!! WHOOO!!!" Breaking into a wide grin, Jake looked up towards the sun (careful not to stare directly at it :-p ), and gave it the double birdy. "**** you too!!! And that's for when I'm too tired and dehydrated to do it later!!"

His momentary celebration of survival now over, Jake turned his attention once more back to the matter of survival. First off, he needed to check on his surroundings, to see just how far he, and by extension, the rest of the ship's crew, was in the sh*tter for desert travel. Hopefully, there would be an oasis nearby, or at least a good-sized rock crag to hide in until nightfall. That large pile of rocks over there looked like a good vantige point, and so Jake made his way there, clammering up to the top as quickly as he could without risking a fall and breaking some important (like his neck).