Over the wind rushing past the open door of the shop, small piles of dirt and leaves began to gather inside. The town became silent, as if its been abandoned for decades, no life existing, just the smell and sound of the desert as the storms carried on. This happened very rarely and when it did something major was about to happen, something that drew the attention of Corelan. He got up from his stool when the wind began to blow louder and harder, rushing through the window and reorganizing the shop to its own chaos, slamming the main door in the process. The tall man ran to the window and forced it shut before locking it down, hoping to contain the disaster before it got worst. He started for the door to check outside, see exactly how far away the storm was, and if his brother was in sight. As he reached for the door a loud obnoxious alert came from his transmitter, causing his heart to skip then double in pace. He calmed his body before approaching the device, he pushed on the flashing light to listen to the message. 

'H-hey Corelan... it's Avengol... When the storm is over I've got something for you to see... The tracker in this thing should still be working.. I damn well hope so.. I'm not strong enough to make it back... Come find me once it's safe.'

"Well shit," this was rather unusual for Avengol to need help but this storm does seem to be more extreme than those in the past. He set the transmitter down before returning to chambers where he began to change to a more suitable attire for the weather. Removing is causal garments revealed the blue and yellow stripes than ran throughout his body. They start above and below the eyes, from below they ran down his next and met together at the sternum. Above his eyes the markings rose a bit before turning at a right-angle and forming a ring around the crown of his head that met at the back then ran down his spine. The markings had a sun burst pattern that left from the sternum and met together at the marks on his back. His chest was well toned and fit for his size, that paired well with his legs an arms, packed of dense muscle with little body fat. 

He reached through his closet and found the necessary clothing to venture into the wasteland. Multi layered pants that bear pockets up and down the legs with the color of a deep yet tattered brown, the inner layer was tight to the skin while the out layers were more loose. He threw over a basic t-shirt that had 'Finest Machine' which labeled the wearer and tucked it in. He threw on his regular trench coat that had pockets and slots for various tools and equipment that was easy to carry.

He left his chambers and headed out to his personal desk where he reached into one of his rustic drawers pulling out two items. They looked like typical junk at first glance but taking a closer look they were very similar to gas masks with just less material. It started with a basic mouth rebreather that was converted to separate molecules of bacteria and physical particles such as sand, to send pure oxygen to the user. He outfitted it so the oxygen also gave a stimulant that acted like adrenaline but without the body working itself. It simply just boosted the effects of the body rather than the physical muscles. The rebreather was then attached to a simple pair of goggles. "Well, no I have a good reason to test these out," he put one on and immediately felt the effects, receiving pure and clean oxygen.

He threw a couple bottles of water into the cargo pockets of his pants before reaching to his personal blaster and holstering it at his belt. The wind was still blowing hard so he fought against the door to push it open, revealing the thick dust of the desert everywhere. Seeing was impossible, he would have to rely on the tracking device to his transmitter. The door slammed shut behind him as the storm trapped him from escape. He pulled out the transmitter and activated the tracker, revealing a small screen with a map of the nearby area. "Alright Avengol, hand in there I'm on my way."

He started heading out away from the town, miles upon miles of walking, fighting against the rage of the desert as it continuously wreaked havoc everywhere. Hours went by and the storm was starting to relax, his vision was getting clearer but there was still no luck of finding anything if his transmitter gave out. He looked at it again and saw that he wasn't far from his brother's location. He began to jog slowly, being capable now that the winds weren't as heavy as before. As the faint wreckage came into view he stumbled over a piece of debris, quickly stabling himself before stepping more carefully. He started to see a faint glow emanating from various holes of what looked to be a spaceship. He found an opening inside and rather curiously began to follow the light rather than his transmitter.

Upon turning the corner he found a glimmering capsule, it reflected everything in the room and had an awe inspiring look to it. It drew Caloren to approach it, upon taking two steps closer the reflection of a body was seen. The man snapped out of the trance and immediately spun around and ran to the body. He turned the shoulder and saw that it was his brother. "Avengol, Avengol wake up," his voice coming out with the effect of the rebreather. He grabbed one of the bottles of water that was left form the long journey and slowly poured some into the man's mouth. Upon waking he quickly handed him the spare rebreather.