74:- Setting Up
The violent impact with the surface of Uranus sent a colossal mountain of white snow soaring into the air, shrouding the area in a dense, suspenseful veil. The snow settled gradually, uncovering the aftermath of the crash. The mobile suit now lay distorted and deformed, its legs bent at unimaginable angles, forming a mountain that reached up to its torso. The cold, eerie silence enveloped the desolate scene, leaving a palpable air of uncertainty hanging over the battered mobile suit.
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Inside the cockpit, Ichiro's eyes slowly opened, revealing the aftermath of the crash. Blood streamed down his forehead, a testament to the violence of the impact. The cockpit itself was a chaotic mess, wires dangling precariously, and a sense of imminent danger lingering in the air.
Amidst the wreckage, Ichiro's gaze fell upon a potentially catastrophic situation. The gas tank had sprung a leak, and a live wire, crackling with electricity, dangled perilously close. The combination of leaking gas and an exposed electrical wire created a ticking time bomb. The impending explosion loomed, threatening to escalate the already dire situation.
Realizing the imminent danger, Ichiro acted swiftly. He spotted the nearest items within his reach—a gun and the emergency box that he had acquired from James. Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed both objects, clutching them tightly in his hands.
With urgency in his movements, Ichiro hastened to open the cockpit. The metallic hatch creaked as it swung open, revealing the frigid atmosphere of Uranus.
Opening the cockpit, Ichiro was greeted by the desolate landscape of Uranus—a vast, white field stretching as far as the eye could see. With no signs of life in the vicinity, Ichiro's chances of survival seemed bleak. However, his keen eye spotted a large rock in the distance, providing a potential refuge in the icy wilderness.
Realizing the harsh reality that sustenance would be a pressing concern, Ichiro took a calculated risk. He decided to venture back into the cockpit to retrieve whatever supplies he had stashed behind the chair of the mobile suit. Every moment counted, and Ichiro knew he needed to gather as much as he could to endure the challenges that lay ahead.
Hastily grabbing the meager supplies, Ichiro embarked on a sprint towards the distant rock. The biting cold of Uranus stung his skin, and the inhospitable environment seemed to conspire against his survival.
Cautiously reaching the shelter of the large rock, Ichiro found himself faced with a dilemma: whether to trust the atmosphere of Uranus and remove his mask. Despite the potential risks, Ichiro opted to take the chance, recognizing that luck had been on his side thus far.
With a determined resolve, Ichiro removed his mask, exposing his face to the unfamiliar air. The initial inhalation was met with an involuntary choke as the alien atmosphere filled his lungs. Gasping for breath, Ichiro's body adjusted to the composition of Uranus's air. Moments later, he steadied himself, relief washing over him.
"One of the perks of being a Martian. Hah," Ichiro chuckled, finding humor in the irony that his Martian physiology might offer him an advantage in this otherwise perilous situation.
Taking in the desolate landscape of SS 7, Ichiro couldn't help but make light of the situation, muttering to himself, "So this is Uranus or SS 7. I'll go with SS 7; it is much better than Ur Anus." Finding humor in the naming conventions of celestial bodies, Ichiro used sarcasm as a coping mechanism for the isolation and challenges he faced.
Observing the surroundings, Ichiro noted, "It looks like I have landed in a desolate region of the planet." The barren landscape stretched as far as the eye could see, devoid of any signs of life or habitation. The vast emptiness of SS 7 left Ichiro with a sense of isolation, amplifying the gravity of his situation.
As he explored the peculiarities of Uranus's environment, Ichiro also remarked on the altered sense of gravity. "I feel light," he commented, noticing the difference in gravitational pull compared to his experiences on Mars.
Ichiro turned to inspect the mobile suit he had liberated from Gjallarhorn, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips. "It looks like I was worried for nothing," he muttered to himself, thinking he had successfully navigated the perilous landing.
However, in a comically ironic twist, the stolen mobile suit chose that moment to erupt into a fiery explosion, catching Ichiro off guard. The blast sent a shockwave through the desolate landscape, ruffling Ichiro's hair and prompting a bemused expression.
Ichiro scratched his head, surveying the flaming debris with a deadpan expression. "Maybe not," he mumbled dryly, realizing that his triumphant moment had been rudely interrupted by an unexpected pyrotechnic display.
Ichiro retreated behind the safety of the large rock, where he inspected the items he had salvaged. As he ran his hand through his hair, Ichiro discovered a streak of blood on his forehead. With a sigh, he cleaned the blood off but the wound was open, realizing that the adrenaline from the harrowing landing had masked the pain.
"Adrenaline is such a curse," Ichiro muttered to himself, feeling the cold reality set in. The harsh conditions of Uranus or SS-7 demanded attention, and Ichiro knew he needed to adapt quickly.
Turning his attention to the box James had given him, Ichiro found a set of clothing—a white shirt, black pants, and a black vest. The colors offered a stark contrast to the frozen, desolate landscape of Uranus. Without wasting any time, Ichiro hastily changed into the new attire, layering up to shield himself from the biting cold.
"So this is it," Ichiro mumbled as he scrutinized the contents of the emergency box. His expectations of finding more than just a pair of clothes left him slightly disappointed. "James told me it is an emergency box, but it looks like it just has a pair of clothes."
Determined to make the most of what he had, Ichiro decided to use a piece of the cloth as a makeshift bandage for the wound on his forehead. Carefully peeling off the fabric, he was surprised to find an inner compartment within the black cloth. Curiosity piqued, Ichiro continued to investigate, unfolding the layers of the mysterious contents.
To his astonishment, nestled inside was a black cloak. Ichiro picked it up and examined it closely. The fabric felt smooth, and the cloak seemed to be designed with care.
Ichiro wore the cloak, its fabric enveloping him up to the neck with a slight opening in the front for his hands. It provided a sense of warmth against the cold of Uranus, and Ichiro couldn't help but appreciate the unexpected comfort it brought. With the cloak draped around him, Ichiro surveyed the other contents of the emergency box.
Among the items were a flashlight equipped with four batteries, a water bottle with a gallon capacity, a distinctive crocodile-faced lighter, a facemask, a silver dagger with a sheath, a selection of food, a messenger bag, and a tablet with a solar charger. Ichiro was pleasantly surprised by the practicality of the items and mused to himself, "Now these are some real emergency things."
Intrigued by the tablet, Ichiro pressed its power button, initiating the boot-up process. The device lit up, Ichiro set the tablet aside, deciding to let it boot up, and focused on the task of organizing his bag. He filled the messenger bag with the food supplies, the water bottle.
Ichiro draped the messenger bag over his shoulder, the cloak providing a protective covering. He secured the silver dagger with its sheath onto his pants and carefully tucked his gun into the black vest for easy access. The lighter and torch found their places in his pockets, completing his preparation. Satisfied with his arrangements, Ichiro turned his attention to the tablet, noticing that it had finished booting up.
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