There comes a time when you read something, and know that you have just read a superbly crafted paragraph.
Say it again, I dare you.
I have just read that paragraph, and I hereby share it with you.
From the master of the true essence of Star Wars Role Playing that is Darths & Droids, I bring you;
Always know where the escape pods or life boats or similar such devices are located. This includes biplanes attached to zeppelins. Whenever you board a commercial vessel, scout it out and plan your escape route in case of iceberg, fire, or sahuagin attack. Memorise all paths to the means of escape, so you can follow them in pitch blackness. Even when carrying a cat cage and flamethrower and being chased by an alien carnivore.
Words to live your role playing life by, my friends, with an example that is pure genius. Such a perfect association unleashed with stark brevity!
Truly, words to live by.
Or, in the case of retcons, words to think you lived by while actually condemned with the ultimate horror all unknowing.
The true moral of the story?
We as gamers know what it is.
The player can go through all those procedures, memorize the layouts, practice the routes blindfolded, perform preventive maintenance on the life rafts and even stock the ships with food (and a means of opening the cans, har har), but no matter how hard you try, if the GM is in a bad mood, your character just got impregnated in her sleep by an evil alien between game sessions, and there is not a single damned thing you can do about it.
All you can do is suck it up and reroll with the punches, reroll with the punches.