Autopilot was a wonderful invention when one travels for days on end, because he certainly needed the rest. Sleep came quickly to one certain Lombax, and the enviroment around him changes drastically.
Except now he's not sleeping. Under the crimson sky of the
Kyzil Plateau, the cat-like alien is hard at work on
something spread out in front of his garage, tail swishing happily as he's lost in the project. But then he pauses, puzzled by something, and the Lombax crawls back out, glancing about.
"Huh."
He hops off, scratching the back of his head before walking around to the back of the ship.
"Hey Clank? Did I leave the turbo back here?"
Except the little robot wasn't there. In fact, for all sakes and purposes, he was alone in the desert wasteland.
"--did I leave you back here? Clank? ...Clank?"
The only response he would recieve is the shuffling of someone else, drawing nearer.
"Hey! Who's that?"