It had been an hour or two since he’d woken up on this painfully dry wasteland-esc planet. Just sand, dust, and cracked stone was all the scenery provided. The sun did nothing to contain its wrath, either. And by the rate it was moving, this place had a short day cycle.

Etho had taken the pleasures of going through a deteriorating spacecraft wreck he’d discovered a few minutes after awakening, but it didn’t have much to provide. Scrap metal, rusty redstone, and sand-infested bedsheets. He’d taken any of the materials that he could salvage and pocketed them away.

The enderian was currently sorting through the cockpit of the vessel, brushing away hanging wires that acted like jungle vines, cautious of their occasional sparking. The redstone that he’d managed to pull up from the inner workings would provide useful, hopefully. Etho sat down in one of the far worn chairs while sorting through his loot. Anything they could help him on this hellscape would be a blessing.