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Wing It pt. 3

After searching through the wreckage, three Jahns clad in red uniforms stood before their superior, a Captain Jahn in green and a standard visor helmet.
"Update on the Ice Fractal." The Captain said in a bored voice.
The three red Jahns answered simultaneously, monotone and emotionless, "The Ice Fractal, a model created solely to be used in the transportation of the Vinesnauce clone, also known as 'Vlinny', is in complete disrepair. We discovered in the center of the wreckage some scattered supplies. However, we did not locate the clone, neither alive or dead. No footprints were discovered." Finished with their report, the three went silent again, waiting for their captain's response.
"Well, he's likely to be somewhere on this planet." He pulled up holographic screen and typed some notes. "For now we will return and report our findings. I have marked the location of the Ice Fractal. We may need some more teams in order to cover the planet more thoroughly." He closed the screen and it disappeared from sight. "My superiors were very clear that they wanted this clone found, even if all that remains is a corpse."
The Captain turned around and marched back their own ship. The three red Jahns followed behind in single file. Once in the ship, they took off quickly into the sky. I watched until they were too far away to see, then watched a little longer to make sure they weren't coming back yet.
The landscape of the frozen planet was scattered with odd ice formations, large crystals jutting from the ground in clusters, each ending in extremely sharp points. They almost looked as though the ice had exploded from the ground. They all varied in size. The one I hid in was just big enough so could I fit in between the spikes. I was lucky the wind had started to pick up,, blowing away my footprints.
With the Jahns finally gone, I slipped out from the spikes. The carry on bag I made fell beside me into the snow with a dull thud. Picking it up I took one last look at the sky,  which had begun to cloud over.  I wonder if it'll snow. I looked at my ruined ship. I had grabbed as much as I could for now. Maybe, if things went well, I could somehow find a way to come back and get more...
Turning away from the wreck, I began to run.
Not once looking back.
Not knowing where exactly I was going.
Not knowing if there even was anywhere to go.
All my options at that moment seemed like they would all eventually lead to death.
With any luck, though, maybe this could be the slowest possible death.
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[welp, there's part 3! I'm actually kinda having fun with this ^v^ hopefully part 4 will come out soon! I'm trying to think of a better name for this. I might have a few ideas...]