Jack remembered everything. He'd heard the heat shields give way upon reentry. The damned shuttle was programmed to fly a specific course. If he'd been allowed to pilot it manually, this might not have happened. On the other hand, maybe the Council had intended this, and certainly intended them never to be able to lift off again. The carnage that lay before him though, was on a scope he couldn't imagine, even from the Council.
He was stuck, in a tree. He knew what trees were, had even analyzed them through the probe's sensors when he worked in the Tech Regiment. They were much bigger that he'd anticipated. He was caught in the branches, the remnants of his seat belt dangling him from a gnarled limb. He reached down and pulled out his boot knife, the one Major Taylor had given him right before launch.
"I'm sorry it came to this. I should have fought harder to keep you in the Tech Reg." Major Taylor stood in front of him as the final preparations were being made for launch. The doctor was giving them the last of the vaccines that they thought they might need, and the first names were being called for boarding.
"It's not your fault. And to be honest, I'm pretty excited to be seeing what's down there." He really was. He had anticipated a return for some time, had even written a proposal that had been endorsed by Major Taylor and shown to the council, how a survey team could safely land and return. The counsel hadn't been happy and assigned him away from the Tech Reg.
"Well, I'm a little jealous. I just wish you were seeing it on better terms." The Major looked around at the group of young people standing in a single file line. "Most of these aren't soldiers, this is an execution wrapped up in an exile. You have to be very careful down there." He pulled out the nearly unbreakable razor sharp carbon alloy boot knife and handed it to Jack, along with a maglock key.
"I did all I could for you. There's a mag crate in the front of the cargo. It is crucial that you recover it. It will only open with this key." Jack put the key around his neck.
"Thank you, Sir."
He reached frantically into his shirt feeling for the key around his neck, it was still there. First things first he had to get down. He cut through the straps holding him up in the tree and braced himself for the fall. He crashed down into a swampy muck and crawled to dry ground. He surveyed the crash. No way to determine where the cargo hold had been. Pieces of debris mixed with their rations, survival equipment all over the place. People were screaming, crying, one girl was laying on the ground laughing, she didn't sound hysterical, she sounded genuinely pleased. That was understandable. Those who were alive were lucky. Bodies everywhere. He walked toward the epicenter of the crash and saw a girl covered in blood, crawling on the ground. Jack jogged over toward her and crouched down.
"Lay still, where are you hurt?"