Thread: Crashed upon planet #607144 C (with Aristadale)

Why in the name of the star mother was this happening to him? Kallod was in a panic. Lights flashed repeatedly, a short chirp of an alarm blares annoyingly every few minutes to remind him that something was wrong. Not that he really needed it. Careening through space at a speed that made light seem to have stopped. In haste before his engines overheated and he was lost in the space between space, Kallod chose a random empty space in the vast expanse of universe to stop. And stop he did, but the location wasn't nearly as empty as he had thought. The green skinned extra terrestrial stared out from his viewing bay at a small little planet of mostly blue and green. Stared out until the view began to turn yellow, and then into a fiery red and orange. With his engines nearly dead and running on the last remnants of the interdimensional energies, his ship no longer had the capabilities to stay in orbit. All he could do was set his shield and stabilizers as best as possible to avoid damaging the ecosystem too terribly and watch as fire gave way to a spectacular view of an oceanside landmass before twisting towards a nearby mountain. Cloaked as best as a fireball could be, the ground and trees rocketed towards him, and then... blackness. Kallod awoke much later, his ship covered in rubble. Emergency systems had activated and all ship functions were now pulling off of the life support power. Life sign scanning, enviromental analysis, system analysis. Each pinged on cracked plasma screens. The ship was too damaged to repair without the aid of his homeworld, but the planet didn't seem to be toxic for the most part. A high concentration of monoxide and carbon dioxide that would slowly kill it in time, but nothing he would have to worry about for at least the first quarter of his lifespan. Plenty of time to correct that if he could get into contact with whatever was causing the problem. Strange, for a primitive species they had colonized their world fairly well. So why hadn't they ventured into space yet? Well with only one bearby lifesign he roused his ship just enough to clear the rubble and open the doors. Dressed in what could bezt be described as a skintight space suit, it's metallic sheen black against his pine green skin. The native spoke, a language he never heard of, but a translator in his ear quickly solved that problem. Mostly screaming, some sort of statement about the male child of a female canine, and then more screaming. Excited screaming. Kallod made this native an offer. This... human named Smith. Smith would not be turned to ash. Would not be experimented on with saws and lasers to examine his biology. But Smith would also get to live in the spaceship and help Kallod with repairing what was possible. As long as Kallod got to become Smith in appearance do as to be able to look around this world. Smith agreed. A unique trait of his species, Kallod shifted his skin molecules, altering his mass and shape until he took the human's shape, and bid him farewell. Cloaking the ship once more, he made his way towards the human small city, town he heard it called, to get a better examination of his surroundings.