Post by Chellon on Apr 30, 2021 8:08:16 GMT -5
Smoke filled the air above him, alarms beeped loudly but seemed off. The Noy shifted a little, pain shooting through his arm, elbow down, as he moved and tried to get his bearings. Smoke was clouding his vision and an accidental sharp breath as more pain revealed itself caused smoke to briefly fill his lungs, and the following coughing fit aimed to expel it as quickly as it came in. A few wide slaps with his hand and he felt his clawed fingers brush the emergency hatch, and he pulled it hard, a sudden shift in the ship knocking him onto his side again as the hatch to the smoking vehicle popped open and smoke began to billow outward. Within a few moments, Chellon's sight cleared up enough to reveal the sources of smoke and the Noy quickly searched for the extinguisher, stumbling over various supplies and pieces of tech that had been shuffled all around him in the crash.
The whole thing; from putting out fires to sealing any possible future sources of fire took him a little over 10 minutes, and once it was all done Chellon ran a diagnostics of his ships systems and, well, to put it plainly he was pretty damn screwed. His ship wouldn't fly let alone hover, any long range radio devices were toast, most of the tech he had been sent with either caught flame, broke into several useless pieces, or were a combination of both. All that was left was his suit, his pack, and a tech staff that really only could be used as a walking stick right now, which he needed at the moment to help him get around his ship, or what was left of it. At least there was enough for him to live there until he was able to get things sorted. His thoughts then shifted to what had happened to get him in this situation and Chellon looked to the sky through the cracked cockpit.
He honestly wasn't even sure what had happened, but the damage outside of his ship looked like it might of been something in space that he had collided with? It was some sort of metal, possibly some tech that had been just outside the atmosphere of the planet? Had some other alien force beat him to this planet? Was it some sort of tech designed to stop anyone from landing on the planet without permission? Either way, it had did its job in taking down his ship, but even if he couldn't contact his leaders and report in about his mission, he could still take on the inhabitants of this planet with their primitive technology. Even with just his suit, pack, and staff, Chellon was more than enough to control this planet, it'd just take a bit longer than originally planned.
Floating outside of his ship again and pressing a few buttons on his gauntlet, the Noy began to use some of the engine power that his ship had to push it enough to rotate it, allowing the ex-space faring vehicle to flip onto the landing gear, allowing it to be proper ways up. It wasn't much, and it was honestly greatly damaged, but it could still close up and he could still live in it for now. With this planet's star being so high in the sky he was starting to feel a bit of the heat and he retreated inside, keeping the hatch open and looking around where he had crashed landed. This was one of those desert things, for sure, so without a doubt he was far enough from any human habitats for sure.
"And thus starts the grand invasion of Chellon! Crash landing and without any of his gear. I'll either have stories told about me for the decades to come, or be used as an example of a failure of an invader." Chellon said, sitting on the hatch of his ship and looking toward the sky, before letting out a loud scream and running his hands through his tentacles. "Damn the cosmos and it's sick sense of humor! What did I do wrong?!" He would cry out, bringing his knees to his chest and his arms around his legs.
"This was supposed to be easy..."
The whole thing; from putting out fires to sealing any possible future sources of fire took him a little over 10 minutes, and once it was all done Chellon ran a diagnostics of his ships systems and, well, to put it plainly he was pretty damn screwed. His ship wouldn't fly let alone hover, any long range radio devices were toast, most of the tech he had been sent with either caught flame, broke into several useless pieces, or were a combination of both. All that was left was his suit, his pack, and a tech staff that really only could be used as a walking stick right now, which he needed at the moment to help him get around his ship, or what was left of it. At least there was enough for him to live there until he was able to get things sorted. His thoughts then shifted to what had happened to get him in this situation and Chellon looked to the sky through the cracked cockpit.
He honestly wasn't even sure what had happened, but the damage outside of his ship looked like it might of been something in space that he had collided with? It was some sort of metal, possibly some tech that had been just outside the atmosphere of the planet? Had some other alien force beat him to this planet? Was it some sort of tech designed to stop anyone from landing on the planet without permission? Either way, it had did its job in taking down his ship, but even if he couldn't contact his leaders and report in about his mission, he could still take on the inhabitants of this planet with their primitive technology. Even with just his suit, pack, and staff, Chellon was more than enough to control this planet, it'd just take a bit longer than originally planned.
Floating outside of his ship again and pressing a few buttons on his gauntlet, the Noy began to use some of the engine power that his ship had to push it enough to rotate it, allowing the ex-space faring vehicle to flip onto the landing gear, allowing it to be proper ways up. It wasn't much, and it was honestly greatly damaged, but it could still close up and he could still live in it for now. With this planet's star being so high in the sky he was starting to feel a bit of the heat and he retreated inside, keeping the hatch open and looking around where he had crashed landed. This was one of those desert things, for sure, so without a doubt he was far enough from any human habitats for sure.
"And thus starts the grand invasion of Chellon! Crash landing and without any of his gear. I'll either have stories told about me for the decades to come, or be used as an example of a failure of an invader." Chellon said, sitting on the hatch of his ship and looking toward the sky, before letting out a loud scream and running his hands through his tentacles. "Damn the cosmos and it's sick sense of humor! What did I do wrong?!" He would cry out, bringing his knees to his chest and his arms around his legs.
"This was supposed to be easy..."