System malfunction. Engine failure. Blazing streaks of burning fuel tracing the sky. We've all heard these stories before. Everywhere we look, no matter how different the cause may be, the outcome and how these ensue are mostly always the same.
Crash landing. Rarely happens, but it happens. A pinch of mistake can deliver the most disastrous descent on the most dangerous of foreign lands, which can happen in a single, simple journey through space.
But one of the most driving factors, once the landing had taken place, are alien civilizations and species you'll meet on the way. They'll eventually see you as a threat, an alien to their kind, an assaulter of another world. Their world. The external factors that will continue to plant doubt, fear, danger into your head and be obstacles to hinder your ascent to reach goals. Especially your survival. Inevitable as they may be, it still is a no-say that these matters that often come out of hand at the moment these start are irritating as hell.
Very, very irritating indeed. I've been on a lot of expeditions in this part of the galaxy before, and I can say, warring species that are super aggressive even without the blessing of hyper-advanced technology are really the best candidates, I can say, to annoy you within the span of time you have no other choice but to run and rely on your cardio and feet and improvisation skills they probably never told you you'd be using most in Mineral Extraction From Planet operations, most of which provide little to no background especially specifics about the target planet and its lurking inhabitants. I heard one Pity Ken had his ear pierced with this large, bulging tentacle of an exotic flybug by the natives of Pretek. The planet produces a whole set of new, unique, diversified - very diversified - organisms every once in a while, and I can say, it produces A LOT of those. Pity's actually lucky it wasn't the noxious kind he was pierced in the ear with. That would definitely make my pity for him grow. Got it? My PITY for him grows, and his name is PITY. My pity for Pity. Pity is pitiful because he is Pity, who is worth the pity. Haha! My genius really does things unattainable even to the universes's grasps. Geez
Even if it's in space, there still are the most inevitable of things, also which are the only permanent ones: change, for the small part; chaos for the most; surprise for the whole. For the whole one, that's... it depends.
Good grief. Good grief.It's both I got. Blazing streaks of burning fuel tracing the sky where my ship wiggled whilst the engine failure I encountered - crash landing. And inevitable surprises would be the one to greet me, yet again, in my last MEFP op before retirement.
I was adamant I wouldn't land in the wrong planet. Of small people slaving the giants.
The Bigwheel monument says otherwise.
Berenstein.
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Science FictionBerenstein's a wrong planet. I don't know if they told you, but there's one thing you don't do. You never go there. Accident's no excuse.
