When Orion woke,the first thing he felt was disorientation.
This was not how he was supposed to wake up. Something had went wrong; really, really wrong.
First; he was not to wake with sky above the rounded compund glass of a CryoPod. Second, he was not supposed to feel irregular movement.
And third, which he now noticed, his oxygen supply was not supposed to be at a mere 20%.
At least if the number displayed on the glass to the
All in all, it was a bad situation to start with; but as a Colonist and even more important, scientist, he had received training to deal with these situations.
Now, his priority was to establish stable conditions; which why he began feeling his small pod for the emergency eject button.
Hand curled to a fist, the still sleepy man smashed it - but nothing happened.
"No biggie"; Orion murmured to himself while his heart picked up speed and betrayed his words.
Another harsh slap with the palm of his right hand; and the glass opened with a crack. It needed a good kick to open completely and serve as a windshield.

Both his hands clawed the edges of the Pod while he pulled himself up and took a deep breath.
It didn't kill him immediately, which was a huge plus.
A quick look around explained the movement. Somehow, his pod had found its way into a river. Not very deep or fast (for which he was grateful), but quite cold and almost clear.
Carefully, he submerged his hand, shivered at how cold it actually was, built a cup and took a sip of the handy resource.
Seemed to be fresh water (really fresh actually), and also didn't kill him on the spot. He was thirsty, he noticed just now, and took a few more gulps of it.
Now, on to the second point of the internal t.o.c. to survival - he had to find out where he was located, where his Mothership; Blackbird, was located and how he could get there.
The river was hemmed by unfamiliar trees and underwood. No animals in sight; and there were no roots reaching into the water to which he could have clung to.
So far, his only options were to pack up the emergency kit located between his feet, and leave the pod, or to see where the river was carrying him.
Discovering that he hadn't ditched on an outright hostile planet woke excitement in him; and he decided to stay in his pod and wait where the current would take him.
Orion had rations onboard for a week, as well as basic utilities to raise the chances of survival and thus, he was positive that he would find his ship, his crew, and his folk.
While he couldn't do much more than observe, he made a few mental notes.
His Pod bore scratches, dents and grime indicating he'd entered an atmosphere. Which also meant, that his Cryopod had been ejected before or during the Mothership entering the atmosphere of this planet.
Still a chance of 50 percent that the Blackbird had made its way relatively unscathed. At least a habitable planet with water and an atmosphere.
His tanned hands clothed in grey standard garments with dark orange accents now fumbled with the emergency kit; and while he nibbled on a dark, dry bar, he continued to make mental notes about his surroundings.
Two sun-like stars appeared as a smaller and a bigger one; no signs of a moon (until now), and which woke even more scientific excitement -
this planet didn't either have a rotation of its own, or it was in sync with the sun's orbits that it didn't have a day-night cycle.
And yes, as an agriculturist, he was excited how this 'feature' possibly affected the lifecycle of local flora and fauna.

--timeskip to a few 24 hour cycles later--

Orion had become even tanner than before, and developed a good share of facial hair. His relatively short and dark hair had been combed back and was in its usual place, but he felt stiff and weak.
The twin suns burned down on him and caused him to partially undress and wash his garment in the water surrounding him.
The initial check of his body in the windshield-mirror was no cause for worry, but he really would like to stand up without risking his safety.
A glance behind the windshield however had him forget how to breathe.
It was the needle tip of a colony ship radiating a protective dome which gleamed in silverish light between the tips of the trees, only to be hidden by them an instant later.
A cheer left him and he immediately tried to paddle to the shore.
He had to get the systems of the pod running again; had to send an emergency signal or at least find out the location of the ship!
After Orion had managed to pull himself and the pod to a small isle-like knot of roots, he finally got out of the Pod and stretched.
Oh, how he hated to sit idly. Now that he had a specific goal, his hands flew through the manuals and cables of the little, life saving nutshell, until he received the distinct signal of a crashed mothership.

And it didn't seem too far away; so he crammed everything he needed into the emergency box; ripped off the windshield and got going.

(I hope it's okay that I incorporated some of the ideas Sen had about the planet's features; being in a binary system with two suns with different distances to the planet; orbiting in almost perfect circles at greatly different speeds. To match the idea that the planet neither has a day/night Cycle, instead having a bright and a dark side.)