Simon Honeydew couldn't believe his luck. He had been cast out of his ancestral home, and he still didn't understand why… no, that wasn't entirely true… he had an idea as to why… his brother had recently become king of the dwarves, taking up their father's legacy, but something was off about him. When Simon had tried to bring it up, everyone seemed to turn against him. Enough of his brother had been in control to simply banish him rather than kill him as was what had apparently been wanted by whatever was controlling him, and so it was with a heavy heart that Simon Honeydew was cast out of Khaz Modan and set adrift in the world. He looked up at the sky, thinking that was the only good thing about it all since dwarves rarely go to the surface, and Honeydew had always had a fascination with the moon and stars, as well as digging deep into the earth.
Simon took one last look at his home before trudging away, feeling heartbroken as he went. He couldn't save his brother or his people from what was controlling his brother, but he knew that he had to figure something out. Maybe he'd get help? But from where? He certainly couldn't command an army like his older brother could. He shook his head. Maybe things would sort themselves out on their own? He didn't know. He was a simple dwarf with simple desires, to the common observer at least.
After traveling for days, a sudden bright light shot across the sky, sorta like a shooting star, but the explosion that followed it was one that said otherwise! Simon didn't hesitate to run towards whatever had just crashed far from the mountain he had come from. He was experienced in explosives, and knew that this was big.
Simon only froze for a moment when he had reached a cliff overlooking the damage that had been caused by the strange object… an object from space… from among the stars. Simon hurried his way down to the object and found it to be a capsule of sorts. He looked inside the window with concern as he noticed a tall humanoid creature was sitting unconscious in the chair. Simon brought out his pickaxe and broke open the machine, allowing fresh air to reach the person.
He was around six feet tall, where Simon was only five feet, and had dark brown hair, along with a beard of his own, though not as grand as Simon's own. He wore a red shirt and black pants, the shirt having a strange golden broche of sorts on it, almost like a triangle, but not… maybe like a spaceship? Simon shook his head, shaking away his curiosity to help the poor creature in the small ship.
The creature groaned as sunlight fell into the small area, along with the strange new air. His dark brown eyes opened up to see the red bearded creature with bright blue eyes trying to get to him. He felt strange, an emotion he believed to be fear. He had been trying to avoid one of his shipmates on the Enterprise by repairing the escape pods, but somehow the one he was in ended up breaking away from the ship and landing him on the planet he was currently on, though damaged. He groaned as he tried to move.
"Easy, friend. I'll get ya out, lad." The spaceman looked at the strange creature who was shorter than him, and felt no malice from him. Simon helped ease the spaceman out of his seat and the ship. "Take it easy, friend. I've got ya." Simon helped the injured spaceman away from the crashed ship and towards a nearby coastline that happened to be near a frost biome, or part of the world where winter stood forever in that sector.
Simon helped the man to sit against a tree to recover for a bit as he looked around and started to look for things to help the man heal faster. "Thank you… My name is Lewis Xephos… I'm a scientist onboard the Enterprise… who are you?" Though the voice was confused, the owner looked emotionless almost.
"Simon Honeydew of Khaz Modan…" Simon stopped himself from explaining his heartbreaking backstory to the injured man. "We're a ways off from anywhere, but I'll try and help you out as much as I can, Lewis."
"You don't have to… you've already… done enough for me…" Gratitude, that was his current feeling. "I need to contact my ship."
Simon looked over to the pale skinned man and raised a brow. "Are you a sailor or something?"
"I'm a… spaceman… what are you?"
"I'm a dwarf. I like to dig holes." It was around this point where Simon Honeydew realized that the man had problems with showing emotion. "I also like looking at the stars, but that's for other reasons. Are you feeling alright?"
"Feeling? My physical structure seems to be in order for the most part, if that's what you mean."
"At the moment it will do. Tell me, Friend, do ye have trouble understanding emotions and expressing them?"
"I was born without a personality." Lewis shrugged, as though that explained everything.
"Well tha's alright then, I'll just have ta help ya gain one then, but first, we should probably start making a shelter."