You were sent on a solo mission to survey Granell-1, a mostly unknown desert planet in sector 7 of the Milky Way. Upon entering the planet’s orbit, your ship was hit by a strong electromagnetic gravitational event that caused its systems to fry and crash. You now awaken, looking around at the desert. It looks like the standard Earth wasteland with one huge difference: The sand seems to glow with an ethereal hue.
You’ve been out for a few hours, luckily your ship was mostly intact thanks to its auto-repair system. Examining the status interface, it seems the engine has been ravaged with no excess energy to repair itself. 'Great,' you think to yourself after slumping down in the pilot’s seat. 'Wrecked, no means of communication, no power… Just great.'
Suddenly in the distance, you see a lone figure approaching. A young man clad in black, with matching spiky hair. When he reaches your wreck, he hops on the ship’s nose and perches down on it whilst glancing down into the cockpit. Upon closer inspection, he appears to have multiple cybernetic enhancements, and a revolver whose technology bests even the work-grade plasma rifles given by the Earthbound Surveying Corps. His voice rings out like a pleasant song in the wing, in spite of your dire situation.
???: “Hey, stranger! Haven’t seen one of you skyfolk ‘round here before… and what’s with that goofy helmet, the air’s clean, y’know.”