Post by Pracross on Mar 18, 2021 18:01:11 GMT -5
A Pit Stop On Carcear
Pracross - Saiyan - 5,000 PL
6/6 KP - 0/6 MP - Base Form
“-a decent bathroom!” A lone Saiyan said from amidst his space pod, talking to a holocom with the face of a similar looking boy, both looking irritated from the long-winded conversation that felt as if it should have ended many lightyears ago. “I don’t get it, what’s wrong with the rest stops they put on meteors?” The monitor questioned, which only garnered a look of disdain from Pracross. “Those places are nasty!” He said, sliding further into his seat until he couldn’t move any lower, thanks to the cramped space of the pod. “The toilets are gross and the snacks are overpriced. I’d rather hide behind a bush on some empty planet!”
As the shuttle streamed through space, the volume of the ship would steadily increase as the two Saiyans began to scream about the ridiculousness of the bathroom situation. As much as Pracross wanted to withhold his strength in his position, it was getting harder and harder to maintain his stubbornness with the level of stomach and bladder pains that were steadily rising. “Look, it’s already too late, I’ve set course for a dead planet already.” Pracross put firmly, tapping his pointer on the edge of the keyboard to show physical assertion. His friend would look unbudging, only using a sigh to mark his disapproval. “Look Pray-man, if you get caught in some weird shenanigan with some sand worm or other, I am not gonna fly out there to cut you out of it’s gut.” The conversation quieted back down after that, with the map on the right side of the ship highlighting a mere minute before landing. “Look, I’ll be fine, alright? In and out, you’ll see.”
As Pracross began to enter the atmosphere, the green internal HUD quickly shifted to red, a telltale sign that a crash landing was imminent. The good thing about space pods is that’s exactly what they were designed for. With a quick turn and a throw of the wrist, Pracross turned off the video screen and let his hand do the work for activating the landing operations. He was still on his first few test drives of the pod, so landing was still proving difficult, but at least he knew enough to not blow right through this planet. With a little bit of finagling and an embarrassing of muttering “Uh” to himself in a panic, Pracross eventually got the hover ports to work, which slowed the pod enough to create only a small crater in the planet. Regardless of the crater, it was loud. If anything was on this planet, they’d know. However, now wasn’t the time to be shy, it was time to find a bush!
Stepping out of the pod revealed a wasteland. There was so much gray that it could make the cheeriest person feel depressive. One step out of the crater would reveal that this planet was dead. Maybe a lifetime long ago, this planet held life for many, but it was nothing more than an ashy crater now. The gray dirt crumbled like sand under Pracross’ boot, leaving clouds with each following step. Peering upwards was not satisfactory either. This planet had a sun, perhaps maybe even multiple, but you couldn’t see it through the dark clouds up above. “This place is miserable…” The boy spoke aloud, his need for a restroom now lost in the back of his mind as his feet continued to drag into the dusty grounds. Pracross felt as if he had stumbled upon a graveyard lost to time. It felt impossible that even monsters would find inhabitants here, living off of nothing but dying shrubbery and dirt. How terribly upsetting...