Just a normal day...

''Doomed be the traveler who finds the core of reality. Doomed be Mr. Simmons, the fool of existance.''

"Dammit! This Piece of Shit isn't working!" Mr. Simmons screamed as he found himself without an engine. Being recently attacked by a rogue ship he couldn't Identify, so he is stuck with the broken engine of a DARTER and is whirling throughout space. "If I can't get this ship to the planet Ghalas II, I'll end up killing a planet with billions of people!" Mr. Simmons was finally losing it after seeing his ship's Ghalan crystal level getting dangerously low. He knew his air is on a time limit, so he rushed to the engine room on the other side of the ship. As he was running, he hit his foot against a pipe and shouted in pain, "Damn pipes! Why couldn't they just keep the damn thing hidden?" He then thought about his time and rushed as fast as he could to the engine room to get it fixed. As he entered, he saw his entire engine busting out Shumarian Oil, Ghalan crystals were exposed and his Khaos Distiller destroyed completely. He took it to himself that the ship was about to blow. "Dammit all...I'm dead meat for the dogs, eh?" He rushed to the deck and took out a Ghalan Breather and jumped ship to land somewhere he hasn't been before. He closed his eyes as he was drifting through space, wearing a seventeen pound machine strapped to his chest and is breathing air that will last for three days. In his mind he thought he would die. Then he felt some heat coming into his body. He opened his eyes only to close them again. He then felt the wind rushing against his head. His head was imploding and was about to burst when his helmet jumped off his head. His head hit flat into a sea of sand. He suddenly fell unconscious and only his heart was active with his body. He woke up on a cot and was wearing bandages. He sat straight up and hit his head against a metal bar and fell unconscious once again. He woke up a few hours later and his lips were dry. He thought it was nighttime considering nobody was there. He got up and put on his clothing. He was walking secretly to the door when he hit his toe against a bar and the pain was very unbearable. He screamed, "Ack! Dammit all!" Three people came into the room wearing robes. They were taller than Mr. Simmons, but were shorter than the bars. He recognised them by their robes and their symbols as the Redaxorins.