His somewhat bulky suit made climbing the wreckage fairly difficult, making sure he didn't get snagged on protruding pieces of scrap was only half the challenge. The only things remotely intact were small fractured rooms with mangled beams and sheets of scrap blocking most entrances. He knew the chances of survival were low for such an extreme wreck but despite this he pressed on regardless whether there were survivors or not.
The entire wreck seemed closed off from what Kilo could see but as he turned to climb out he saw what seemed to be an intact vent. He climbed closer to inspect the vent finding that it was indeed a vent and was intact, with this new potential access point discovered he had to deeply consider his new options, either enter the wreck or ignore it. With the potential of rescuing someone he couldn't turn back, it would conflict with his iron griped morals.
He soon pried off the mangled vent cover to expose the dusty inside. He climbed into the vent being covered in years of built up dust and grime, it was like a small cave making it incredibly difficult to move effectively. He eventually pushed out the other end of the ventilation shaft crawling into what seemed to be the ships dining area. The bolted down tables were sideways on the wall with their circular glass tops shattered, the few vending machines laying on their sides stacked atop one another with shattered fronts, debris filled the room making it difficult to traverse.
There was little evidence within the room to help determine the fate of the ship, it did however have clues to what happened to the crew. The sideways floor had dried pools of blood streaking towards the wall that was now the floor of this room, the streaks edged the floor making slight pools form.
Kilo used the little evidence to piece what happened in this room together, the dried pools of blood surrounding the tables indicated that whatever happened did so before the ship smashed into the planet. The streaks of blood however indicated that the blood wasn't quite dry meaning that the ship must've crashed somewhere in between that timeframe. The key piece to the puzzle was still missing though, just what happened to the ship and crew.
Stepping into the room further he found it to be a dead end, the few doors leading elsewhere were either blocked or too high. The shattered glass cracked under his boots, the mangled metal making it impossible to move with ease. There was nothing of value within this room, no clues, no one to rescue, only an unsolvable mystery. He crawled back out of the room using the same ventilation system that brought him there, this time he saw an off branch in the ventilation system. It was yet another difficult decision to follow that path or leave for the time being, the decision was soon made for him when his suit alerted him to low oxygen levels forcing him to leave. The metal husk groaned as he climbed out and collapsed shortly after he scrambled down and away from the wreck.
Looking back upon the wreck he quickly realised that attempting to climb it once again would likely prove deadly. It disappointed him greatly but he knew almost better than any that you cannot dwell on moments like these and quickly moved on. The timing for his departure from the planet was perfect as a storm had appeared out of nowhere, the storm was powerful indeed but it was still nothing compared to the cataclysm he witnessed before descending down onto the planet. The starships shield pulsed a light blue as the hail ricocheted off at impossibly high speeds, he slumped down into his chair in annoyance because of the raging storm outside. The hail was no problem but the winds were another story, the ships computer warned that any takeoff attempt would likely lead to an uncontrolled crash.
Sitting there looking at the ship's terminal he started to think about the crashed ship just outside. The streaks of blood, the tilted room, the mangled wreck, the ship may not have fallen from orbit like Kilo once thought.