[@Oh no my soup]

It didn't take long for Magnus to realize something was wrong with his situation, besides being stranded on what he had assumed to be a rogue planet hurling through space. While he stood keeping warm by the heat emanating from beneath the surface, he would have noticed that he was slowly bobbing along with the metallic-like surface of the planet that was, in fact, moving up and down in a pulsating fashion. But why in the hell would the surface of a planet be moving up and down like that?   

If Magnus was to now take a more careful look around at his surrounds, he might notice something else peculiar about his situation. He was being watched. 

Eyes. 

There was an eyes some thirty feet from his position, about the size of a basketball and embedded in the surface of the planet as it turned to gape at Magnus with scrutinizing intrigue. If Magnus was to look around more, he would find other eyes like this scattered about the planet. But the occasional eye wasn’t all to be noticed; some fifty yards off was a mound which resembled a miniature volcano. Out from the top of this mound spewed a heavy mist-like substance that spread out across the ground. What Magnus may not have realized, is that this vaporous substance was the planets way of exhaling its waste, but its own waste was providing a breathable atmosphere. Unfortunately, this atmosphere wasn’t only allowing Magnus to breathe, it was providing a suitable living condition for other life as well, which Magnus was about to find out….

…If realizing this planet was actually a living creature was not enough, several minutes after Magnus arrived a cow-size creature could be seen in the distance. This parasite, which looked a lot like a flea, as seen in this image… 
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…didn’t pay much mind to Magnus. Instead, it stuck its long stinger into the crust of the planet-size life form and started feeding like a mosquito drinking blood, getting fatter and fatter on the black fluid it was extracting. Sadly, when the parasite penetrated the surface, a deep painful groan could be heard coming from deep inside the planet.

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[@Quote5]

Ernest arrives within viewing range of another space craft. The craft is a little over 15 meters in length:
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If earnest was to do a scan of the vessel, he might find that there is still only one life form on board and all ships systems are offline. In fact, the ship looked damaged, possibly from the supernova blast that took place earlier. 

Despite the ships systems being down, whoever is on board manages to hail Ernest with a brief distress call. The voice on the other end is female, and might even sound familiar to Ernest….

“Unknown vessel – static –  this is Fanny May of the galactic cruiser Jezebel – static – All my systems have been compromised. Are you able – Static – help?” 

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[@Scorpionius]

The young lady seems oddly taken aback when the machine started talking, not by the fact that it was actually talking, but the sophisticated manner it spoke by was surprising, if not curiosly appealing to her. She finished off her beer and tossed the bottle carelessly aside, lowering the remote control device to her side as she stepped up close for further analysis. 

“Malcolm Swallow, huh?” She reached out with her free hand and gently ran her fingers down his bonnet as if touching something precious for the first time, it might have even appeared a sensual caress to Swallow as she leaned in, narrowing one eye to peer into his headlight. “Why am I turned on right now….” 

That said, she took a few steps back, looking over Swallow with what could only be seen as increasing admiration for the machine. 

“Call me Fanny. And no, I’ve never heard of you or this… [i]Brecon Beacons[/i] before.” She said, and without any warning at all she made a deliberate jerking motion of her arm as her thumb pressed down on the red button of the remote device – 

Behind Sir Swallow, beyond where the fissure was now shrinking out of existence, a garage door began to open. 

“Get inside,” She told him with a quick toss of her head in direction of the garage; “If Bob finds you out here…” She shakes her head with a roll of her eyes, “You don’t even wanna what will happen to ya. Come.”  

With the fissure gone, Fanny leads Swallow into the garage and closes the door behind them. Inside, the garage is huge and filled with all manner of mechanics equipment, but it wouldn’t take long - judging by some of the advanced machinery laying about the place - for Swallow to realize that this world he entered wasn’t as primitive as the wrecking yard outside may have suggested. 

“I likely don’t know the planet you’re from. Is Brecon Beacons its name or something like that? Strange name to be honest with ya.” She tells him, as she heads to the fridge to grab another beer. “Anyway,” She turned to Swallow, popping the cap from the beer and takes a drink. “This World is called Promothe. Sure glad they didn’t send you here to capture me again…” Her voice trails off as if she may have made a slip of the tongue. She thinks for a moment, then lifts up her drink as if to offer a toast, and adds: “Can I offer you a drink? Oil change, maybe?”