It was a wonderful day. The sun was shining, the clouds were floating, and the grass and wind danced along to heavily muffled [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7VFkQa6ozmU&t]music[/url] coming from the remains of a broken ship. Out of it came an odd and unusually well-built man. He crawled out, stood up, and took a long, disdainful look at his former ride.

[i][color=orange]Don't worry, li'l Betty. We'll get you fixed. Your warranty isn't over yet.[/color][/i] 

[center][h3][color=orange]Michael Sawyer[/color][/h3][/center]
[center][i]Location: Grassy Field in the Middle of Nowhere[/i][/center]
[center][@supertinyking][/center]
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Canned food tasted awful. Usually, it'd taste good if you cooked it, probably with some onions and coconut oil. However, when you were stuck in some backwater planet without any access to civilization, that simply wasn't an option. Michael was eating right out of the can, barely able to hide the pained look on his face, when out of nowhere a little green alien with stumpy limbs and a disproportionately large head came to greet him.

[color=orange]"Hello, good citizen! What bothers you today?"[/color]

[color=lightgreen]"kKkyyYYyyeEeEaAAAAhhh!!!"[/color]

Michael had trouble with alien languages. There was a translation module somewhere in his ship, but because of the crash it was beyond saving. He squinted his eyes and tried his hardest to understand this alien's language. He could make out a couple of vowels and consonants, and from what he had heard, the alien had said one word with considerable fervor. It was probably a greeting of some sort, maybe the alien was elated to see some life in the vast nothingness it called home. Maybe-

[b][i]KRAKATOOSH[/i][/b]

The alien had fired a ki blast right at Michael, who was barely able to duck under to save himself. It flew away and hit a nearby tree, blowing it to smithereens. 

[color=orange]"Oh, no sir! I'm afraid that violates Rule Number 5 of the Space Trooper Subject Code of Conduct, do not attempt to violently coerce a fellow citizen, or Trooper, into-"[/color]

The alien leapt up at Michael and tried to use its claws to decapitate him. Amazed at the bold maneuver, Michael quickly stepped to the side and gave the alien a quick hit to the back of the head. The alien, apparently not knocked out by that, brought itself to the ground in one instant motion and tried hitting him in the knees. Michael raised his leg just in time and sent his feet down on the alien, hitting it so hard that it bounced off the ground, leaving a sizable crack on it. Despite all that, the alien stood up, and its mouth twisted itself into a sadistic smirk.

[color=orange]"Alright, I see that you're rather tough. Now why don't we-"[/color]

The alien's head opened up, shooting a torrent of acid from its head. Of course, Michael didn't realize it was acid until he felt the liquid slowly eating through the flesh of his arm.

[color=orange]"Goodness gracious!"[/color]

Michael opened his palms and fired a ki blast at his arm. He immediately felt the pain of his attack, as it seared through acid and flesh alike, leaving a wound on his body. It had been years ever since he'd had to fire one of those blasts, and he had forgotten how to control their power. In addition to that, firing a ki blast after years of inactivity felt like doing pull-ups with arm cramps: it [i]hurt[/i].

But hey, the acid was gone. 

[color=orange]"Alright, you wanker, I've given you enough chances to explain yourself. I'll have to make you submit myself!"[/color]

The alien flew right for Michael's eyes, intent on gouging them out. It's eyes widened in shock when it realized Michael was already behind him. He grabbed the alien, slammed it into the ground, and to top things off, fired another ki blast from his palms. The ground below him opened up under the extreme force, and within moments, the alien's body was limp and unmoving.

Michael looked back at the remains of his ship. [i][color=orange]You're rather spunky today, eh? Don't worry, girl, I'll get you a proper mechanic.[/color][/i]

He wouldn't.

Shortly after the entire scuffle, Michael began to sense odd fluctuations in the alien's ki. He'd left it alive for later interrogation, and that was going to bite him in the ass. The alien's ki began to violently ripple outside of its body. After taking a moment to take all of this in, Michael ran away like a frightened toddler, screaming into the distance as his ship was left to fend for itself. The alien exploded, abruptly stopping the music and sending the pieces of the ship throughout the grassy fields.

He wasn't going back to headquarters anymore. Micheal began wandering the plains in a drunken haze until bumping into what looked like another alien, only this time it was busy cooking himself lunch. [color=orange]"Do you know where I can get a good ship? Not the cranky type, those ones use up too much fuel."[/color]