We had somehow rescued the ship, I think, but a smaller craft had been lost on the surface of the planet, so we went to reclaim it.
The planet is strange: like a forgotten world. We saw people, on the train, but I think, the planet may have constructed people to lull us into a false sense of security. The commander told us not to board, and that the ship should be nearby. . yet some of our party boarded the train.
Much of the planet appeared totally green, and natural, aside from a few mechanical systems that still ran and thought their empire still existed. Evidently we were stuck on the planet for some time. I went down the traintracks one day to find out what happened to our friends. There was a carnival, themed all around candy; candy was everywhere.
I found the rest of the staff somewhere nearby there, and they had a piece of the ship, and were tearing it apart; they said they didn't have to follow protocol. They were going to sell parts of the ship for supplies to survive. I wondered what supplies they could really get--the world seemed deserted; if there was any life present, it seemed such a life could not grasp what our lifeforms need to survive.
I was wondering if we had all been changing for a long time now, since entering the anomoly. Like, if some kind of gas got into our minds and was rewriting everything.