It's time to try, anyway.

Haruka returned to the door with two field kits, each hanging from the hips on a belt. They'd probably be too heavy for an ordinary human to tote that way. She found found the Captain still standing there, peering through the small, circular window with a sour frown. "Is something the matter?"

"Well, I initiated the lowering the ramp as soon as you left, but the Figurehead's circuitry is in awful shape. The door's stuck."

"I can unstick it, but there is a risk of damage. Would you like me to proceed?"

"Yeah... Now that I prepared for myself, I can't wait any longer. I feel like I'm going to melt... If it isn't going to cause a core malfunction, please damage the ship in whatever way you have to to get us out of here..."

Haruka nodded. Then, she drew back her arm. There was a noise of internal pistons firing, her forearm muscles bulging unnaturally for just a moment before she punched the door, causing it to swing open on its hinges. Immediately, Rebecca felt a bit of sea breeze. Loathe as she was to admit it, it felt fantastic. She had to imagine it was even better outside, and, heedlessly, she hopped out onto the ramp. It had been a while since her last away mission, and she privately loved the neat way the boots of her away suit locked into the ramp's grav lock with a satisfying click.

Of course, Rebecca's muscle memory had betrayed her. There was no satisfying click because there were no boots, and there were no boots because there was no away suit. There was, however, the ramp, and it was metal, un-coated, and un-insulated. In other words-

"Aaaaaoooh my God!!!" the Captain rocketed up like a cartoon, panicking as she saw she had nowhere safe to land. They were many stories in the air! Even if she could somehow flip backward like an acrobat, could she miraculously land in the doorway? If she touched the ship or the ramp, she'd be cooked!

Luckily, Haruka was there to help her again. The android shot forward into the air, scooping the other woman out of the air and carrying her like a princess while her feet, with the her tactile sensors turned all the way off, skated along the smooth surface of the away ramp.

It was frustrating that her only remaining crew-mate was a programmed stickler for the rules, but Rebecca was once again reminded that she was probably only alive because the Ensign was around. It was still a pretty embarrassing way to touch down, but at least she'd make it down alive.

"We seem to have made an error," Haruka said in her monotone drawl, not sounding as concerned as she probably ought to for what she was seeing. The ramp had malfunctioned in a way that had been difficult to tell from their elevated angle. In truth, it didn't extend all the way to the beach: it stopped a good fifteen feet short.

The android's reaction time wasn't good enough to do anything about that. She shot off the edge, immediately losing her grip on Rebecca as the two of them spun uncontrollably through the air.

"Your jets, Haruka! Use your jeeets!!"

"Why are you simply assuming I have-" Haruka started before landing head-first in the sand, her naked body sticking out upside-down and thrashing her limbs inhumanly for a moment, rotating at odd angles as she tried to get a grip on what happened without her eyesight.

That was an amusing outcome for the dust-proof mechanical woman, but if the same happened to the Captain, she'd probably break her neck! Rebecca said her prayers, preparing her last will and testament in her head...