100 words, all the transmission can handle. Gotta remember that.
Shit.
Initial landing successful. Perfect touchdown, base deployed. Couple broken struts, nothing major. Landed on plain between mountain ranges.
Drill started smoothly. Quarter mile down in hours. Three gas pockets, all safely vented.
Noises at night, rasping. Sensors showed nothing. Lifeless.
Over halfway gone.
Four cycles before we noticed. Ranges were moving. Mountains were miles closer.
Confirmed by measurements. Calculations gave three more cycles.
Two cycles later, pod launched. Barely escaped. Watched, above, as mountains crushed our base.
Like teeth.
Adrift now. Awaiting rescue. Hope someone hears.
Do not land.
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