Post by Lord Chill on Aug 9, 2018 9:15:48 GMT -6
BLIP. BLIP. BLIP.
The screen of the rusted space pod exploded with fizzling icons and brightly lit indicators flashing on and off repeatedly. Chill sighed as he slapped the gunmetal panel within the pod in the hopes that the picture on the cracked glass might become clearer. He'd never had to fix one of these things himself before, and it didn't help that the one he'd found was out of shape and probably many, many years old. He cussed in some exotic alien tongue he'd learned to speak with his father but forgotten the name of many years prior to his time on ice, and slammed his head back exhaustively against the back wall of the little ship.
"Ughhh. This was so much easier when I had people for this." He let himself fall forwards, his face hitting the control panel and causing various beeps of protest from the banged up machine. Groaning, finally at a real loss as to what to do for the first time in his months entrapped on this boring planet, he slumped completely, bending his spine in places it probably wouldn't be able to if not for his reptilian nature. Shaking in frustration, he begrudgingly took himself up from the floor of the pod and kicked the half-jammed door before stepping outside into the snow.
He grabbed his cloak out of habit and clipped it on, pulling his hood up over his dual-pointed head and heaving the spacecraft overhead as he carefully examined the nearby terrain. He wasn't sure where he was. A navigator or a crew of guards would be great for something like this. Thoughtfully he retraced his steps in his mind, but between the blanket of snow that hid his tracks and the focus he'd had on the ship, he had no idea where to go.
He huffed irritably. "Lost in the snow, with a broken ship and no assistance. This unplanned vacation is becoming more and more disheartening by the day." To top it all off, he couldn't fly away to find somewhere to repair the ship - flying too high might risk the ship if he were to drop it by accident.
Stepping off into the cold landscape of the North, he began to slowly wander away into the white unknown.