[Marley]

Beck was almost tempted to take off his helmet and test the air of this vast planet. Did it have its own atmosphere? Did it have oxygen? In the movies, astronauts would always be surprised upon landing and taking their helmet off only to find that the strange planet they'd touched down on did indeed have oxygen... except the thing about this was that it wasn't a movie. This was real life and if he took off his helmet now, Beck would be risking what precious moments he had left to survive. He wondered briefly what might kill him first - lack of oxygen or dehydration or starvation. He had food and water with him he'd retrieved from the wreckage, yeah, but it wasn't as if he could just unzip his suit so he could eat it. It was a hassle but Beck thought that if he were to go out any way, it might as well be in the middle of eating a candy bar, right?

He wasn't even sure what he was looking for up here honestly. There wasn't anything that he could see other than red, red, and more red. The stars above were annoyingly taunting and Beck cursed something under his breath as he shook his head and lugged his pack of supplies further over his shoulder. Bemused, Beck pondered what his memorial would be like. He was still young, not like many of the older astronauts back at base. His parents and sole younger sister would probably be devastated to hear the news, but that's where Beck stopped thinking about it all because he knew he'd just depress himself if he kept at it. Sighing frustratedly, Beck stopped momentarily to bend down to check his ankle. He couldn't see it but he could feel it. It hurt a bit but it wasn't the worst thing about this mess right now. He thought of splinting it... if only he could.