The sun rose up to the west over Kyzil Plateau, the sun blazing down on the barren wastes of the planet where so few lived. Sparse buildings dotted about with many shipwrecks everywhere, abandoned in favor of living a more simpler life. The planet is home to many species, both intelligent and feral alike. One such intelligent life form lives off near the edges of civilization.

He is supposedly the last of his species with fur yellow and brown stripes a plenty upon him. Any other day, the cat-like alien would wake and stretch before getting to work on its oh so special project.

Today, things changed however. The alien was not he but rather a different he as it were. Quite different from how he once was yet not all that different.

Alarm blared and radio blurred into life as one, something that always happened on mornings for the creature as today.

"Gooood Morninnng Veldin, this is your heroic monologue from your favorite hero, Captain Qwark! Here to read you, my great and adventurous stories of heroism! Before that though, let me regal you in the ways of my heroics-heroism…?"

A voice groaned beneath shabby covers with patches all about atop and below, barely holding the shabby blanket together. A yellow furred hand reached out to attempt to swat at the offending piece of technology. Sadly, his furred hand couldn't quite reach. Something purposely done by the body's previous owner in order to get up effectively.

"Man….stupid alarm and what's with the Qwark monologue…?" A voice groaned from beneath the shabby blanket.

With a heavy sigh and grunt, the figure beneath the blanket sat up with a yawn. He was a cat-like creature of sorts, yellow fur upon him and brown stripes along ears that were triangular like his feet that stuck out from the covers. The stripes ended not there however, for they were on his tail, arms and sides of his body. The legs were unclear as they were covered by green pants. Behind the creature and lazily lying off the bed was a tail with a large cream puff of fur at the end.

Eyes opened, revealing great green orbs that once were tired and drowsy. Now such orbs looked around in confusion at what lay before him. Before the alien was not the abode he was used to, rather now was the inside of a large garage that worked as a bedroom, workshop, kitchen, living room, and such all in one. Gazing about, the alien was quite confused.

Confusion turning to utter shock and fear as eyes turned to pinpricks, his breathing increasing at a rapid pace as he stared at his triangular clawed feet and furred hands and arms.

"W-What the!?" He backed up, hitting up against a metal support beam and whacking his head.

"Yeowch!" He squeaked, voice hitting a squeak which made him reach for a developing Adam's apple upon his furred neck.

"The heck's wrong with my voice!?" His voice deepened, lightened, and then returned to normal as he spoke.

Heart pounded as he hyperventilates, not at all sure how to deal with such an unexpected situation.

"…and that is how I stopped the Veralon Sisters of Starplex-Nine! Purrr…ahem, moving on, a motion from our sponsors, me!"

"Captain Qwark!?" He yelped out in yet another squeak, he knew not how Qwark could be.

For while Qwark existed and was quite, quite real. Where the one who now occupies the space cat's body comes from, Qwark exists yet does not exist all the same.

Shakingly, the space cat hopped out of the bed, tail flickering about out of sheer nerves as he strutted to the entrance, staring out into the dawning light. Eyes going further than pinpricks if possible. He had never seen Veldin before his eyes nor did he believe he ever would. It was all quite shocking.

Shakingly with furred legs of yellow, the alien walked out ever so slowly, eyes gazing around everywhere before landing upon a familiar ship with boxes of different parts strewn all about. His eyes lingered upon it, a deep instinct within nagging him to get over there and fiddle with the different electronic pieces and metals strewn about the incomplete built from scratch ship. Shaking his head and breathing ever still haggard, the alien turned and looked elsewhere. Before he laid a barren landscape, the only things visible were the animals upon the land he stood on and the various shipwrecks strewn about. No doubt, the ships that wrecked around the land were how the previous body's host had been able to build his ship from scratch.

He swallowed spit, attempting to wet his dry throat, ear twitching at each new sound as he gazed upon the new and unfamiliar lands around and before he that now stands on the very lands that the previous one had stood. Slowly and almost a bit carefully, he stalked forward a little more before jumping back and landing on his butt in shock and slight fear due to being scared out of his wits by an attacking horned toad.

Staring at the orange and spiked toad, he breathed out a shaking sigh. Attempting to lighten the mood, he joked with himself. "So...guess I'm now a furry?"

The toad let out a croak in response, perhaps a laugh or a huff. The alien knew not whether which the toad had done but he knew one thing…

He most certainly wasn't on Earth nor home anymore…

After having his short spout of...adjustment...as it were, the alien took the time to explore. After all, if he were to be there for a long while then why not simply get used to his surroundings? That is not to say, he knew not of Veldin nor its many creatures, the games saw to that info but he read not the comics. The comics of which contained much more detailed information than the games, not to mention the bigger fact that real life is much much different than a simple videogames. For example, in videogames, if you die then you respawn and can try again. That however, is not the case in real life. If you die, you are gone for good. No respawns, no extra lives, no chance to simply have a new game and have at it. You are dead, plain and simple.

The new body's occupant knew well and this impacted his nerves greatly, he was never exactly great at the whole not dying in games. He tended to fail quite often in the original game, something that irked him and his anger issues greatly. Here in the present though, failure is not an option. He knew this well and it made his stomach twist and turn, he had a galaxy, nay, the universe depending upon him and his future companion. His heart dropped and mood soured at the thought of his..his...hishishishishis! For all the nervousness, he was no hero.

He knew this well and so did many others, to be put into this body was a mocking or perhaps a joke onto he. Him, a hero, it was quite laughable. If at any other time, the occupant would more than likely simply sit the whole thing out. Let his companion find Qwark, etc. but unfortunately, he had a tendency to want to do the right thing. Mayhaps it was fitting that he should become the character he is now or perhaps a tad ironic given how in fanfiction and such, it is often said time and time again of how Lombaxes tend to be courageous and heroic.

'The ordinary Lombax tends to be courageous and heroic…' He scoffed as he stared at himself in the mirror or rather a very broken mirror.

In the mirror he looked over himself, he most certainly did look like the character he was. Yellow fur, large pointy ears with brown stripes, large hands, flat and triangular clawed feet, and the feature he considered still to be from his real self; green eyes, although they are now rather large… Throwing his head from left to right, he gazed at himself. His cream puffed tail flicking as he did much to his curiosity. At one point, he opened his mouth and looked at his new teeth. All pointy and cat-like.

Shutting it, he continued to look on at himself, a thoughtful look upon his visage.

"Looks like I'm full on Lombax, plus the whole pain factor at least means that this isn't a dream…" He said with a suppressed wince.

It had hurt a lot when he stepped on his tail accidentally. It would no doubt take a while before he was fully used being a lombax, much less this character.

Especially when taking into account the whole saving the world business...