#thread;continuous narration

Dragel stood in front of a door and after a short pause to catch his breath, his hand quickly met against the wooden surface. The stoneheart's knuckles tapped twice with a knocking sound. He hoped he got the right room, as it was written on the paper alongside the house address. He was made aware that fishing ship made it to Sanab's shores, but beyond that, he never heard from the strange teenager again.

Today, Dragel came to the region to see how the teenager was faring. A day off spent in a dreary place instead of finding more methods to get out of the planet was wasteful in his mind, but he had quashed those sorts of sentiments because he was concerned for the teenager's safety. His worry was emphasized by the incident that took place in the docks and while he hasn't heard or seen those guards ever since that time, a few weeks of their absence made him weary.

A small eek of air escaped from Dragel's breath as he slowly but surely got off his bicycle. The stoneheart felt a bit of the morning gusts and the coat he wore provided warmth to some extent. Still, he had never really been to this kind of marketplace before, and his thoughts ran onto to main branches; one of anxiousness and one of excitement.

Perhaps, in this place, he'll find some curious raw materials to be synthesized, though his hopes weren't high. His main objective for coming over wasn't for himself, but it was to help out a friend for this morning.

Sounds coming from the very suit of armor Dragel wore spoke in a monotonous voice, returning him somewhat to the realm of consciousness. Although, since the nausea he felt plus the heaviness of his body meant that he must have sustained more damage than what the suit indicated.

The amount of strength he was using whilst he leaned over a large piece of crash site's debris was very high, to the point where he can't even think of properly drawing his issued firearm without fear of overexertion. His suit's fading radar then picked up an incoming presence, however, he was too weakened and feeble to think of any action.

Instead of running, he hunkered down behind the piece of debris, hiding from sight while he waited for the presence to arrive. If it was going to be hostile, he wasn't going down without fighting.

Dragel's hand held onto the sidearm's grip, although he was barely conscious enough whilst he waited for the genetic modifications to kick in. His armor suffered a few minor dents and scratches, but overall, only the areas around his arms sustained considerable amounts of damage due to high thermal exposure. The stoneheart let out a sigh from the back of his mind. He had disappeared from the astral map in the console during his last check, with the wormhole certainly leaving its mark on observation deck.

The stoneheart had already accounted for the gravity of his situation; he was stuck in a very foreign lands that could potentially be dimensions away from his, and worse, he didn't have an supplies to back him up. Not to mention, he hasn't gotten any readings from his suit about the atmospheric interactions his body will have within the planet.

However, before he could even have another moment to get his bearings straight, the small radar on the interface of his armor alerted him to the nearby presence of an incoming organic being. The combat stimulation from the armor then kicked in, with his mind going on full drive. He ran towards the area where the incoming presence was heading towards, and hid behind a piece of debris.

Dragel had two thoughts about the crash landing; the size of the scrape indicated only minor damage on both the exterior and possibly the interior; meanwhile, he had only crashed with the observation deck, none of the engines, wings, or igniters came with him. So even if he could get off-world via orbital launch, he knew it would take him a while.

A blank answered the stoneheart when he tried to consult his mind for any sort of answer beyond the straightforward one. Truthfully, nobody within his vicinity had even bothered pulling that question to him often, and it still surprises him whenever a human does. 

However, this particular person did let out a certain aura he was familiar with, but he decided to hold his thoughts on it for now.