Schiller lay behind the ridge of a crater. When he opened his eyes, he saw the distant Volcano looming through the haze, its column of smoke shooting straight into the sky. A massive planet hung overhead, while the shield module on his belt emitted a piercing alarm.
He reached down and touched it. The metal plate was scorching hot. This proved that the shield had just taken a powerful impact and was now almost out of energy. If he had not been carrying two Life Support Systems, he might have suffocated already.
He first pushed himself up with his arms, then twisted at the waist and rolled over. Schiller climbed slowly to his feet. That thoroughly unsuccessful emergency landing had very successfully broken two of his ribs.
It was no surprise that the ship had been destroyed. After all, Greed's goal had been to make the two sides fight. The news that his side had acquired two stones could never have been kept secret. He just had not expected the other side to arrive so quickly.
Schiller let out a long breath. When he found that his breathing was not badly affected, he knew the shield had done most of the work. The Cosmic FBI's Standard Equipment was indeed reliable. Thanos was doing a genuinely good job as Director.
He checked himself over and found that aside from the fractured ribs, he was otherwise fine. The emergency landing gear pack had fallen more than a hundred meters away. Schiller slowly walked over and retrieved it.
Inside were a thermal dagger, some emergency food and water, and most importantly, a personal thruster—used to propel units without additional power through space. Its top speed was decent, and paired with the shield, short-distance travel would not be a problem.
Schiller looked up at