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The calamity of what could only be called a controlled crash disoriented Hector far too much. Terrified yelps. brave hollers, and sickening metallic screeching gave him the most unsettling feeling in his stomach. Then again this space boy had never faced re-entry G's. He spat up some sick that leached up his throat as his nostrils picked up burned nanoplastics and fumes. The screeching soon turned into a thunderous roar then clash as the pod punched through the canopy of a pure forest. 

For a brief moment he thought he was safe until the dirt proper slammed into the pod and his lumbar. The jolt of pain almost made him forget about the ensuing fires taking over the abritor heat shields. 

The young man's bronze eyes opened to a smokey scene punctuated by shafts of sunlight blasting through the main ramp and damaged panels. Hector felt twice as heavy, his nose itched righteously, his skin felt, odd. Brows furrowed in confusion as he rubbed shivers out of his spine. The joly of re-entry must have dumped avlot of adrenaline into him. Thumbs found buckles and gravity took over as he stumped out of his throne like a decrepit lich. His ankles pattered and groaned under their new realm. then bumped into a not so lucky body. The squish and crimson pool below his toes said enough for the thief. This was real. Hec gulped, frantically looking around, another titanic groan came from above as its weight shifted. 

He needed move and now. 

He felt buzzed off crisis, in shock for sure. But habits are hard to break and his furtive gaze was already eying new toys to take. He and his dozens of fellows had a whole new planet brewed on bedtime stories to venture. And without any jurisdiction,.. Hector slapped a particular big bug off his neck. That was new; he starred at his hand in wonderment of what we would call a beetle. Voices of the more cognizant made his gaze flicker as he stepped out onto the main ramp with no worse for wear than a bruised tush and battered reality. 

Hector was afraid, but also strangling brimming with anticipation and hope for a brave new world. A handful of delinquents were already milling about on the main exit. It was bright, and [i]warm[/i].