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The desert stretched as far as he could see in every direction. To quadrants 1 and 2, nothing but dunes, geologic ocean swells of coarse sand like hardened saw teeth. Quadrant 3, the sand gave way like water on a shore to a hard rock plain, flat and unforgiving in the sun. Quadrant 4 provided some shade. Giant rocks cast up and large cracks ripped into the crust by some kind of volcanic event long, long ago. 

The wind whistled through his starship’s busted hull, and he worked to collect strewn supplies. Useful things and things he hoped he could make useful. He’d missed his landing site by, what? 35,000 bosuns? Almost exactly on the planet’s opposite side. But who knew? Maybe someone would come looking for him. Maybe they spotted his fiery trail as his ship flamed out across the sky. If they found him, though, that also meant he was caught.