Elements

Dresdin woke up with a pounding headache, only amplified by the various beeps and flashing lights coming from the panel around his head. There was a heavy pain in his gut, which made him want to stay curled up in a ball on his chair until it went away. But the longer he sat, the longer it hurt. He didn't entirely remember what had happened. He knew he had been flying, making his way through space on a pulse jump as usual, headed towards the beacon that had come up during one of his scans. There wasn't much intelligible information in the beacon, but life was somewhat rare out in the galaxy, and he could at the very least use somewhere to off load some of the materials he was carrying with him.

Something must have gone wrong as he entered the planet's atmosphere. Perhaps the pulse jump had not properly disengaged. That would have meant entering the atmosphere at the speed of light, which would have been slowed considerably by the abrupt application of air friction. The ship itself would have combusted, and the extreme heat could have cause Dresdin to lose consciousness. The alloy the shell was made of would have been strong enough to survive the crash, but it would have severely damaged the engine. That would explain all of the emergency alarms going off simultaneously in his ears.

He tried to push back and found that the pain in his gut was amplified by the movement. He looked down to see his medical kit piercing his abdomen. How beautifully poetic. Carefully, he removed the broken box, doing his best not to scream as he did so, and quickly covered the wound with his hand to try and stifle the flow of blood. It took some effort to withdraw clean tools from the box with one hand, but he was able with time to make a rudimentary patch for the wound. It still hurt to move, but at least he could.

Getting into his exosuit was a pain, but it was surprisingly undamaged in the crash - though perhaps he should not have been surprised, seeing as most of the damage inside the ship was mostly due to shaking from the impact, and his suit was tightly packed away in a holding tube. The suit would be able to repair the damaged muscle and skin, but it would need carbon in order to do so.

His mining gun would allow for that. Its laser beam would collect the elements that whatever he mined was compounded of, collecting them and separating them for later use. He just had to find something with carbon.

Should have been easy enough.