fry harnesses in, starts running switches -- but fumbles a few times, making mental errors. finally she gets crash-shutters open to reveal.
as fry runs more switches.
as fry flips up a security-latch -- and thumbs the switch below.
out the windscreen, cloud strata roll vertiginously. fry throws actuators.
fry flips up a new security-latch. intercutting:
seething anger and guilt, fry pops more airbrakes, shedding more speed, more heat. the ship does level -- but it's still being pounded hellishly. she tries to get a stable view out.
the windscreen. it cracks into a thousand spiderwebs -- but impossibly it holds. for now.
ground-mapper: 60 meters. collision alarms kick in.
hammered by wind, fry opens her eyes experimentally.