As Harry sped along the desert he checked his machine thoroughly to make sure it wasn't about to overheat. However he felt something as he sped along and decided that he should and would check to make sure what he was feeling was right. His sense never betrayed him no matter what situation he had been in. Harry after a couple of minutes more worth of speeding along came upon a ship stranded in the middle of the dunes of this desert planet. Why hadn't they stopped at a space port? Smugglers? Well regardless of what they were or who they were he supposed he should at least check. After grabbing his back pack from the back of his speeder and taking a swift swig of water for good measure he brushed some dust that had gathered on his rough brown clothes off and jumped out of his speeder before quickly walking over to examine the ship. He was no ship maker but he knew that there would be better times ahead for this thing if it stayed to long in this blasted dune sea. Clearing his voice he shouted, "Hey can anyone hear me? Is anyone alive in there? Do you need assistance?":He said as he stood there in his boots which were purposely over sized. He must look like some kind of buffoon in this clothes. But appearances can and will be deceiving. .Harry did not hear any of the commotion inside of the ship. However on closer inspection of the outside he found someone standing on the outside. "Oh sorry I missed you standing there. I'm Harry a traveling doctor what happened here?" Harry Lancer asked patiently and kindly towards the man who was some distance away from him.