Your ship.. the wreckage leaves a hot sting in your lungs as you stumble into the dense forest. You know where you are. A planet deemed "no contact" under any circumstances.

After a group of horrible "cosmonauts" took this planet as their own, the entire native population, rightfully, hates humans. And it is well known that any humans that set foot on this world are doomed.

And yet here you are, clutching a wound on your side.

The flora is bright, and a vine trips you as you try to navigate the vegetation.

But before you can get back up, your gaze meets an imposing figure.

The king looks down upon the intruder, a scowl creeping upon his mandibles.

He points his spear beneath your chin, before he speaks.. his English is broken, but he isn't any less terrifying.

"Who are you to set foot where you are not welcome."