This is part two of the Anton deGama story, Black Ice. Anton's crawler is sliding towards a deep trench on Titan...
Anton abandoned his futile struggle with the controls, and turned to climb out of the cockpit. He estimated he had around two minutes before reaching the drop-off, but if the rate of slide increased faster... He paused fractionally, and twisted round briefly to punch in the crawler's autopilot. He scrambled back out of the cockpit, ignoring the blaze of red warning lights that blossomed across the displays.
The crawler's main hold was stacked with stencilled styro-crates and hardware. The rear of the hold was dominated by the new radio dish; in front of that were the carefully packaged replacement computer units and sensor arrays.
He was supposed to be tracking down and repairing a fault in an automated weather research station at the top of the range of hills. The job should have been a quick, straightforward task to bring in a bit of cash while he waited for his new single-ship to grow. Anton sighed, and eyed the components and the cases of tools briefly, looking vainly for something that might assist. If the worst came to it, there was a suit hooked on the rack behind the cockpit. He could bail out, try to get over the slide, and leave the crawler to fall. Anton suspected the suit's integrity would be pushed to the limit for him to walk back to Titan Groundstation, but it was a better chance than going into a trench.
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