Melon stumbled out of the wreckage of his ship while barely managing to maintain his footing on the soil, his once crisp, spotless suit and pale face were now almost pure black from soot and various other debris that still clung to his heaving form. He tried to wipe the grime out of his eyes but his gloves were just as dirty. He recoiled back in pain as the situation was made even worse and his eyes stung to warn him of this fact; he had foolishly brushed dirt directly into his eyeball in his state of confusion. 

Without equipment he was all too delicate, as this little display of his revealed. Not that you couldn't tell from first glance by how dainty he looks.

At least he was alive, he thought with a smile, once his watering eyes had cleared them enough to allow him to witness the blaze still going on behind him, enveloping the last trace of his ticket out of here within the fire and smoke. Everything was smooth sailing one moment until the next everything had failed to work, causing him to drop out of the sky while he was observing the creation of a mysterious fleet going on below him. Could he risk going over there to ask for assistance? He was only around an hour jog away and even faster by air, so certainly reachable. Perhaps he was too trusting of mysterious warship builders, but then again everyone deserves a chance to be trusted and accepted, so who was he to judge if these people may or may not be dangerous?

Okay, the ships were heavily armed so they were clearly dangerous, but maybe not [i]dangerous[/i] dangerous. At least not to him anyways. He didn't wish to camp out in the middle of nowhere at any rate, so it was either go to the fort or find out how to build shelter for himself and eat bugs or something...an easy choice. 

Before he set out he checked his supplies, wiping off the soot on the cleanest patches of the ground he could find to give him a better view. He still had on his Invisible Pocket, although it only had his weaker technology. It appeared like his other one was toast within the ship, which was a shame considering how much it had cost his parents, them sparing no expense on his safety, and he hardly had gotten a chance to use it. His thoughts went out to his mother and father at this reminder. He wasn't going to die here. They had faith in him to survive and help restore peace to the galaxy, so that's what he was going to do, and then he'd pay them a visit alive and well once he had enough of this adventuring. 

He pressed a button on his wrist to activate his invisible pocket, proving that it was still working when a flash of light sprung into existence in front of him, revealing a white pod with wings about the size of a large man curled up. He stepped on board, the pod dipping slightly in midair at his weight but then returning to it's original levitation height without difficulty. He was so glad that this vehicle, Marshmallow, had been on the surviving invisible pocket. It would make things 10 times faster, infinitely easier, and he also had a ton of good memories riding on it. Squatting down to help himself balance and then leaning forward, the vehicle sped off towards it's destination. Speeding...speeding...floating...plop!

He face planted off of the vehicle and onto the ground, hearing the dreaded sound of Marshmallow crashing behind him, narrowly avoiding rolling him over by a lucky bounce sending it flying overhead, clattering one last time in front of her before going still, it's glowing light underneath the wings faded. It vanished back into his invisible pocket and not a moment later the lights on it went dark. He pushed a few buttons, only to realize to his horror that it was no longer working.

"EH?!?!?!" He shouted to himself. How could all of his tech be breaking at once? And at a time like this? Could the fall have done damage? He inspected the device once more, closer this time, but didn't see any problems. He didn't know if to be relieved or frightened. No known problems meant no known solutions. 

He got back onto his feet slowly, dusting himself off. 

"Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts," he thought to himself, warding off the sense of dread. As he traveled the sun was setting faster then expected, him only around 80% of the way there by the time night would fall. Days on this planet sure didn't last long, and what would happen in the dark? He couldn't see as well and might have an accident, monsters or not. 

And then the monsters did come. At first he thought he was seeing things due to being paranoid or tired, but as they go closer he most certainly saw mechanized being roaming around...heading his way. Out for blood. This quickened his pace substantially, thin legs moving faster then they ever had before. He had to make it to the fort! He only had to focus on that, not whatever was stalking him. He wasn't made out for sprinting but he still managed in his adrenaline filled state. The walls loomed closer and closer, and when he got within shouting range he began to give pleas for help out at the top of his lungs. They were almost on him, and with no weapons he was a goner if they caught up.

" Please, please open that door, whoever you are!!!" filled his head as he shouted, arms waving more and more wildly as time passed. Just a few more moments and he was done for.