your vision grew blurry in the thick smoke as the air in your throat seemed to be caught as I you coughed. You were just a young little red fox, learning, exploring, running.. your ship had crashed and now you were trying to get out of the debris. You were wounded, on the head and arm, you’d loss quite a bit of blood, enough that you’d blacked out just as you strained the last of your energy to get out of the debris. The last thing you remembered before the crash was a bag of crystal orbs, being hastily passed to you before you were instructed to leave. A while later, you’d finally started to gain consciousness and when you finally opened your eyes you find yourself in an unfamiliar room with unfamiliar faces. You also found that your injuries were already tend to as well Paddle Pop: hey, take it easy kiddo, you’re hurt. Liona: what happened? Why were you on your own? Twitch: I have to say, that aircraft of yours did seemed pretty cool thou- Spike: i-I don’t think it’s the right time, Twitch Professor Higgabottom: Surviving explosions in a place like this? You must be more capable than you look. And what might be your name little one?