Allright. I've found some supplies, some food and enough caloris crystals to power the suit for at least another year. Something like that. The maths get unreliable when you stretch them out like that. They were circling one of the punctured cargo pods, orbiting it like tiny satellites and glittering in the sun during the 'day', like ice at 'night'. I made up a net from a support strut and some construction tape and spent two days catching them. Reminds me of playing lacrosse when I was a kid.
So yeah, I have food and warmth enough to keep me going for at least another year. That's enough time for me to swing back through the trade orbits and get rescued. Yeah. Should be enough time. I'm going to spend the next few months making this place more livable, get some seals up, some decent bedding made, that sort of thing. Just because I plan on making this temporary doesn't mean it has to be uncomfortable.
Another year, eighteen months maybe, watching the sun rise across the arm of wreckage spread across the gravity plane. If I had someone else here, what would I talk about?