= Jasper Coldwell Creek = 

The ashey wastey dust flows long, wind rustling over the dunes, 
The wind whips into rivulets which then converge into rivers, which themselves converge into oceans. 
The wind rips through the air with the sound of a tearing manifold.
The peak of the keel of a ship is visible.

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The Extended sleep gas trickled out of the oxygen mask inside the cryo pod. An emergency rune flicked up on the cryo display, purging the pod of its frosty contents. The pod casing creaked open with the sound of a rusty screen door. The body of the pilot slumped outwards onto the deck floor and immediately was awake on his hands and knees. A huge inrush of air and Jasper feels his lungs inflate and coughs out a cloud of hazy ice crystals into the half illuminated dusk of the cargo hold of the ship. Where in Emperos name am i... he was dizzy and his eyes bloodshot from the decompression of cold to heat. 

Unsteadily he reached his left boot forwards under his hip and then his right. There was a clank in the compartment. Thats familiar. This must be my ship... my Valkyrie... thats right... 
Stumbling over to the pilots chair he snatched at the maps... thats the last time i leave this thing on auto pilot. He glanced over at the autopilot panel, which had taken the impact badly and several wires were poking out of the casing. Good riddance.
He unfurled the map and laid it out straight on the pilots control panel. Where in the dusk am i? I was supposed to be landing at the space port in the Ultramar sector. He then felt the hair prick up on the back of his neck. Spinning around he raised one hand and prepped one of his wyrd powers. Instead his eyes met with the sorry sight of the skeleton of the other pilot. Poor blighter.
He stepped forward and lifted the dog tag chain around its neck. What was your name... "Manford", well, he tisked, i wonder how well you can be after a few years as a skelleton. The light was half lit from the cockpit glass showing a streaming mass of sand that tickled at the crystal. 
My Clan paid good money to deliver me here, instead you took me to... he tapped the cockpit gps with his elbow and a feed of navigational coordinates fed out. To throne knows where... Shame... Still, no reason not to put you to good use. He went to his hip and pulled out the biopsy syringe. Anywhere juicy left on you bud? He stabbed the syringe injector into the femur and extracted a few centilitres of bone marrow. 
Then he went over to the cryo-vat. Good thing this doubles as a cloning vat... with a few modifications. He took out his omni-tool.
After questing for an entrenching tool, from the hold and putting Manford to rest in a ditch outside the ship a ways away. Rest in peice... or until we meet again. 
He wrapped around his waste his set of gunbelts. Two heavily customised laspistols hung freely in their holsters, which he tied around the thighs. Time to take stock of the essentials.
Trudging back to the open slide-hatch the new Manford was busy forming. First a nascent lump of cells, soon a whole femor, then tissues, then stomach. 

Jasper then wondered over to the pokecenter. Not many planets had ever seen a pokemon, but on the planet he came from they were widespread. Clicking on the center display, an original his Clan had built. The 3 pokeballs were ejected into a hopper, he removed them and attached them to the belt loops via magna-clamp. Hope they'd been all-right. But then he sight in relief and remembered they were in suspended animation.

Moving back into the ship, he noticed there were 2 galaxy pattern lasguns in a stockade. Aswell as cases of 24 las packs. More than hed ever need. He immidiatly rigged 3 of the las packs into a krak grenade. Using mud-tape to tie them together and wiring them up with some of the loose cabling from the auto navigator. He brushed the dust off of his flight suit. In a case next to the pokecenter he found his equipment. A set of magnoculars, and a imperium standard jump pack aswell as his trusty sawed-off. Flipping open the sawed-off he checked that it was still loaded with two rounds of inferno-bolts. The bolts were identical to the type found in his home town. He hoped the sawed-off was compatible with this planets bolter ammunition. But with any luck, it was imperial standardised. He attached the sawed-off to the front of his mesh-vest via a quickdraw holster that traced from left to right.

He wondered over to the two chairs of the navigator and pilot, tapped a few of the switches into the upward position. +++RADIATION NOMINAL+++ echoed back the machine spirit. Now if only he could get the engines to come back on line. The fuel was still at 60%. Then he could limp his ship into space port. He pulled out the omni-tool, Allright old friend, time to get to work.