"Alpha, are you in?" The sea-foam green Sirian with blonde hair tried his best to lessen the impact on his ship, which had a blowed engine, but it was still coming in too fast. He was wearing his pilot uniform, which consisted of a brown sleeveless jacket with cream-colored fuzz on the arm holes and bottom, a black muscle shirt, brown boots and fingerless gloves, and camouflage pants.
"Alpha, ARE YOU IN?" He heard his helper though the radio, but wasn't answering, because he was trying his best not to panic and pull up from the incoming ground. He needed to survive this crash for everyone he loved. For his people. For his mother. For his sister.
And most importantly, For his search for his father and his friend, Dogg-
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!
The Sirian opened his eyes...well,eye, his right one was swelling. Apparently, he wasn't able to puul up in time, but right now isn't the time to worry about it. He didn't know how long he was out. Hours, weeks, months, He didn't care. All that mattered was that he was...alive?
'I am alive, aren't I?' He asked himself. He wanted to move his mouth, but a few of his teeth were gone, making his month hurt and not wanting to do anything. He moved his eye around to look at his surroundings. Everything was upside-down, maybe because he was laying on his sore and bleeding back. Anyway, He looked up to see that he was laying on sand, and he looked to his right to see an ocean.
'Ok, I'm on a beach, I know that much.' He thought, trying to smile. But he started to cough. he sniffed his blood as it spilled from his mouth to his nose. It was on the sand as well. This horrified the young Sirian. 'No, I can't die now.' He thought in anger.
He rolled on his stomach and started to get up. He tried to ignore the pain in his broken left arm and continued to push himself up. When The Sirian was standing on his barely stable legs, he tried walking to the city that was next to the beach to get help. But his walked was wobbling, and he only took short steps.
'I have...to live...' He thought as his vision started blurring, and he coughed up more blood. 'I have...to survive...I...have...to...'
The Sirian stopped and fell on his back. He took a sigh in defeat. "Who am I kidding?" He said aloud. "I'm going to die here, with no one to being with me. Dying with so little pride is embarassing, but I will still try to watching over everyone from afar. I'm sorry mother, Trixie, Father, and...Uncle...D-" With that, The 19-year-old Sirian faded into the dark, but not before he heard running footsteps and voices heading towards his body.