I saw the probe crashing down in the water. The emergency
chute was opened well before it was supposed to, cushioning the fall further.
An unusual distraction from the nightwatch, I rushed to see what happened with
the Captain. The captain, bad tempered as he was, kept muttering under his
breath, “Filthy space troops. I bet it’s them. I’m going to rip every single
one of these bastards.” We found the probe, broken beyond repair. Its solar
shields, used in case the power runs out, striped off during the fall, which
burned most of the probe. We opened the probe to find a man and a little girl,
probably the man’s daughter, unconscious inside. The man kept mumbling “Run!
James RUN!”. The captain calmed down, because they clearly weren't one of the
space troops.