The "Pilot" doesn't care that much, the ship was just a means of delivery, if it needed be he'd build another one from his own being.
The pilot was seen before from the eyes of us, who watch events unfold from afar through the lenses of text. It was a trooper, though one that was different, no marking of the Deltas could be seen, instead, he was covered in what seemed to be some kind of chromatic plating.
His arm was gone. He realized that looking down and onto the side, with such loses due to the crash, he had to spring into action, he went towards a nearby, large tree.
He looked that the tree in its organic glory and all that surrounded him as well, the steps he threaded left clear markings in the soil, the plant matter underneath it gone.
He closed his left hand into a pine-like shape, and the hand soon fused together into some kind of tentacle, he struck the tree and broke through the bark of the tree with the strike.
After a few seconds, the tree started to decompose, its leaves shrinked and wrapped into themselves, and eventually the trunk fell into itself, breaking apart and revealing a thick black goo. The goo headed towards the trooper and covered his body, entering within the plates of his armor. Soon, a small darkened apendice grew in the place of his missing arm, after a few seconds, it started oozing some kind of liquid, that solidified and turned chromatic, his arm was back, regenerated.