Benson just stared at the rest of the people in the bridge. Fire? That's... not good. Good thing it can't be caused by a program malfunction... actually, it can. Ben was slightly nervous at this thought, wondering if, perhaps, his programming was not as good as he thought it was, and a flaw somehow made the engine malfunction. But he didn't do anything that related to the engine's systems; he only set up firewalls and control programs to control what orders the engine receives... which could, in theory, also cause a malfunction. Anything could cause a malfunction.

Malfunctions was a horrible word. Benson wished it didn't exist.

So Benson the technician spent the first half of the free fall to the planet's surface in a sort of zoned-out state, deciding whether or not it was good or bad to have the word malfunction. The word malfunction does, after all, have a bit of a negative connotative meaning. But then again, if they [i]didn't[/i] have the word malfunction, what if there was a word- that Benson didn't know- that was even worse than malfunction, and was used more often?

Then Benson realized, with growing terror, that the great flat thing that was once round in the view windows (which now filled the view windows) was very, very close, in relative. That is to say, it sunk in that they were [i]falling[/i], and that gravity was bringing them down, and something went wrong with the engines.

Speaking of which, why is the engine in the very back of the ship? The engines should be in the... engines, where the thrusters are, so that they can produce thrust. But what if it were the reactor, and the thrusters were those EM drives that were really prominent around the time that the Fireflies were still used? No, EM drives were silents; these engines were very clearly fuel-burners. 

Then Garry jumped on Benson's face, the ship jerked, lurched, and everything went dark as Benson jerked forward, held tight only by the seat's harness, and hit a console in front of him. Garry went flying, hit the view windows, and his hard, domed back shattered, leaving Garry as a broken mess, his 'spine' severed. The little bot was completely dead, with its motherboard broken in half, a shard of the dome straight through it, lying on the floor at the very tip of the nose of the bridge.