Apollo at Go

They were hurtling over it, hurtling and dropping. ?He fought his harnessing to lean closer to the port... There a small crater, here a hill, a crevice, a milky rectangle that looked absolutley smooth and rock hard—this was an inferno without fire, a hell, the architecture of a maddened nature. The House of Lucifer.... "Zero percent fuel," Kovac rapped out edgily. "Max says zero on the fuel. Still going down, Trying to hold steady but can't Ash looks deep, deep... Rocks right next to us jagged and—Oh, there she goes... main engines off. Small jets can't... We're falling..."