After the first day of collecting on planet 623, Christopher knew he had to do something. but what?
As he laid in bed, his mind began to think of ways to stop the collection, but every scenario resulted in his death. While death was an escape, Christopher was not ready to go to such an extreme. He needed to rely on a higher power to show him the way out. When the opportunity presented itself, he would take it.
The ninth day of the collection, his opportunity to escape presented itself. As he was strafing positions for the advancement of ground troops he took a round that started a fire in one engine.
Christopher radioed, “Mayday, Mayday. Engine fire. Fire suppression system inoperative. Making emergency landing.”
He found a clearing far enough away from the main body of troops, but close enough to avoid suspension. As he was landing, he placed an incendiary grenade on the top of the glare shield.
Again, he radioed, “Mayday. Mayday, fire spreading. going down in sector A17. Mayday.”
He landed with the nose down, taking out the front landing gear. As the fighter came to a stop the incendiary grenade had melted through the glare shield and into the the instrument panel. Flames were rising in the cockpit.
Christopher opened the cockpit canopy manually, left the fighter and closed the canopy.
As the fighter was being engulfed in flames Christopher was hiding under the nose to prevent being seen by other Mamluk fighters.
The Mamluk, while keen on retrieving their pilots, were not interested in the retrieval of bodies. By Christopher positioning himself under the nose close to the fire his heat signature would be masked and presumed dead.
As a Mamluk fighter pasted over him once without a second pass, he knew he was successful.
After the pass of the fighter Christopher remained in place as long as he could to avoid any detection from the Battle Starship above. But he also knew the inhabitants of planet 623 would be interested in the fighter as well.
As the flames consumed the fighter it broke up. It was time for him to make a move. He dashed to a nearby wooded area and found a shallow pond to immerse himself to cool his heat signature. He laid there until nightfall.
As darkness, fell Christopher, convinced that the Mamluk had confirmed him death, but surprised the military forces of the planet had not come to check out the wreckage. He rose from the shallow pond, stripped off his flight suit and buried it along with his helmet.
Wearing only a t-shirt, underwear, boots and a survival vest he began walking across the country side to find shelter and clothes. After two hours of walking he stopped and crawled under a rock overhang. He wrapped himself in a thermal blanket from his survival vest to rest for the night.