Resistance is Futile, Oblivion is Inevitable

The Journey to Juxsta

"Come in! Anybody! This is Irideler VII, if anyone's out there, please respond!" A faint signal over the radio came through the speakers of the LP729.
"This is the LP729. Irideler VII, what condition is your ship in?" Beurc replied, as he was the communications expert amongst our small group of survivors.
"We're fine. What just happened? We've been up here for a while and I'm certain nothing like that's ever happened." The Captain of the Irideler VII questioned.
"The Earth's crust melted. The reason couldn't be found before the Earth exploded. We were lucky to survive, but I doubt many others will have had our luck" Beurc responded.
"Well, that's certainly not good. Where are you heading? Any ideas on where civilisation can start again?"
"We're heading to Juxsta, but not intentionally. Our ship was knocked off course and half the controls are fried. We were hoping to get to EY396B, but that's never going to happen now."
"We could dock with your ship and allow you to board, but it could take days to reach you."
"We have hours before we crash into Juxsta. Don't bother, head to EY396B. Start a new civilisation. There's nothing you can do."
"Understood. Good luck LP729."
"Good luck Irideler VII."
The radio cut out and silence filled the ship for a minute before I said "That was productive for us. We learnt that we have no back up. The only people that could help are heading in the opposite direction. What if there's something on Juxsta? What if it's hostile? What if-"
"If I hear one more "what if", I will throw you out of this ship." Xia replied
"If we die due to a hostile alien presence on Juxsta, I am holding you personally responsible. We should have told them to pick us up after we crashed."
"Well it's too late for that now" Roscar said sounding annoyed.
For the next 4 hours we sat in silence or played cards, waiting for our inevitable oblivion.
4 hours and 37 minutes after Earth ended, the ship started shaking like it was a martini for Mr. Bond as we entered Juxsta's atmosphere. Screams were loud, but they didn't drown out the sound of air hitting the ship as we fell at 300 m/s. It may not sound fast, but a ship's usual landing speed is about 4 m/s, so it was almost guaranteed we were doomed. Resistance was futile. The parachutes slowed us a little before they ripped due to our speed. We held tight to our chairs as we fell until the LP729 was nothing more than scrap metal in a crater.