Chapter 1 (Tweek)
Everything around him merged into one flashing image as his ship bounced off rock from rock, setting his escape pod way off course and straight for a completely unknown planet. The black of an endless void quickly fading into one of blue, green and white as the tip of his ship started to overheat. Dull, green chipped and burned off on the sides and with the growing intensity of the harsh winds around his shuttle he broke through the atmosphere and fell at impossible speeds to his impending doom. White flew passed him in blurry shapes as he plummeted towards the trees below, pressing and turning all the buttons and knobs he could before clutching the handle that steered the ship so hard his knuckles turned pale. Mismatched pupils darted from side to side as the ground came faster and faster towards him, before finally making impact, sending chunks of dirt and rocks flying in each direction. He brought his arms over his face and braced himself for the upcoming stop, inhaling one last time before his pod slammed into the wall of the shallow hole it had dug from colliding with the earth.
Even though he knew the hit was coming. The force from the impact left him stunned and momentarily in shock as he tried to regain himself, that is of course until the insides of his ship started to puff out inky smoke that slowly clogged his lungs. He frantically waved his hands and slammed a circular button and then flung a switch before popping the glass roof of the cockpit off its hinges and pulled his upper half over the edge of the ship. He coughed till his throat ran dry before attempting to tame his fast breathing only for it to quicken once again as the seriousness of the situation finally set in.
He just crashed landed on an alien planet, alone, stranded. His ship was a complete wreck and without the proper tools and material he'd never get it fixed to leave. Scrambling out of the steaming ship he grabbed his shirt where his heart would be and slumped against the hot metal of his mini spacecraft, effectively getting the back of his two toned orange cape covered in dust and bits of dirt. He pushed his palms against his forehead and weaved his fingers through his bright yellow hair out of stress. This was bad. Very bad. Untangling his clawed fingers from his mess of hair he tried to recall the steps his mother had taught him to help calm down when he panicked like this. First he had to name five things he could see, which only made him panic that little bit more because uh, you're on a planet you know almost nothing about. Ok, maybe trying to calm down like that wasn't the best idea, it always somewhat calmed him down back at home but home was gone now and so was everything else and his parents and friends and- oh god.
Seems like thinking wasn't doing him any good right now. He let out a quite cry of distress and huffed in frustration at how absolutely useless he was being at the moment. Freaking out wasn't going to help him with fixing his crash landing, but freaking out just seemed to be the only thing he was good at. Flexing his hands in the hem of his baggy shirt he took a single step forward and immediately darted his head left and right at speeds that shouldn't be healthy for his neck before frowning at how small and helpless he felt in this new world. Deciding that his ship was his main priority, he turned to finally inspect the damage. A long gash on the side right over the wing is what first caught his attention. A dark, purple substance leaked out of the crack and poured out over the slanted surface of the ship's wing and was slowly forming a small puddle at the base of the spacecraft. Shit shit shit no, uh- The oily liquid seeped over the muted colors of the paint that spelled his name on the side of his ship so that only the 'T', 'W' and 'K' could be seen, effectively covering the middle part of his name. For some odd reason he went to try and cup the thick liquid in his hands but pulled them back in the blink of an eye, ew no, he'd never touch that stuff without proper protection, it would make his hands all itchy and he did not need that right now. What was he doing anyways, it's not like keeping the fuel in his hands would do anything, he'd have nowhere to put it and if the fuel tank had broken open he wouldn't even be able to put the fuel back in. Hnn, of course almost everything that could go wrong is going wrong, that's just his luck isn't it?