What, in God's name, was he doing on this desert planet? 

Half of it was dry, and the other half was a desert, and here he was staring at a massive approaching sandstorm from the opening ramp of his starship, his [i]Invictus[/i]. A small craft, it could comfortably hold him and three guests, though if he rationed out space and food, he could fit twice as many. The gray-haired Hilura gazed around, squinting his eyes against the light of the planet's twin suns, and the light reflected by its sandy surface. With his ki-enhanced body and subsequently enhanced senses, it was hard for him to bear all of the excess light, but he had no idea how any of the more powerful races - Namekians and Majin came to mind - could bear it, given the levels of ki-induced power [i]they[/i] commonly displayed. 

[i]Mister Hilura: It would be in your best interest to go to planet Beryl, post-haste.[/i] The message he'd received a week ago had explained. [i]I would reccomend a landing-zone near Onyxite, as it is common for sandstorms to ravage the region and thus could hide your ship.[/i] Anonymous had said, likely ignorant of what was known throughout the galaxy as 'Humans and their toys'. [i]You'll understand why your presence is required soon enough. Good luck.[/i] No name, no helpful advice, just 'good luck' and then the message was over. 

Dredge shook his head and stepped off of the ramp, swiping his hand through his gray hair and sinking his feet a few inches into the shifty surface. He turned around and held up a small device, he pressed the one prominent button and his ship vanished in a plume of smoke and a comical 'poof!', before it cleared to reveal a small, bright green capsule. He bent down and picked it up, before he stuffed it in his back pocket. 

Standing up straight, the tan man stretched his back with an audible 'crick', and groaned as it popped. 

[i]Okay... Fastest way to the city is to fly... But not many humans fly, so... I guess I walk.[/i] Had it not been for the atom-sized robots flowing through his veins, he probably would succumb to the heat by the time he got there, but they and his enhanced body would keep him going long enough. Granted, his ki in base form was something approaching pathetic to most other races, but for a human? It was astounding, only reached - and exceeded, even - by the ancient warriors of many, many ages ago, and few of them had to 'cheat' like he did. 

He yawned, [i]going to be a long day.[/i] The gray-haired warrior decided that, if he didn't find anything in a month, he'd head out. There was always something to do in the West Galaxy.