Lionel had long since settled down his hens into their coop and gave his cows one last check-in before he went to bed, ready for another night of peaceful sleep to then awake and get to work again. He enjoyed his job, and it frequently allowed him fresh-home grown meals; that, and he preferred having a set schedule.

So, when said schedule was interrupted in the middle of the night by a loud crash, he could only find himself hobbling out with his lantern and sleep-hazed eyes to find the source. He stumbled upon the burnt remnants of a ship, smoking and scattered, only for his eyes to lock on to the figure standing nearby it.

"What the hell.."