Started out as just a pin-up but evolved into something a little more complex. outlined a short story to go with it. Why can’t I ever do things the easy way?

A star-fighter pilot, she has been lost deep underground for months after a high velocity impact drives her ship kilometers into the alien planet…
She nears the surface just before sunrise, the sky is still dark, covered by heavily ladened clouds. She is fatigued, near delirious and basically climbing the ancient volcanic vent on auto pilot when a thunderclap brings her to herself. She realizes she is surrounded by a dim grey light unlike the bioluminescence that had been guiding her way for so long. She now feels the cooler, fresher air ,(There had almost always been a strong air current but it had been warm, damp, unpleasant.) Still not daring to hope she had reached the surface, for she had had her hopes dashed before, she pulls herself up to peer over the edge of the opening. Before her eyes could adjust to the light and distant focal length, the orange sun that had just now crept above the horizon, broke through a gap in the clouds….