Rusty's ship, The Jetstream, had run out of engine fuel ages ago, and now he was aimlessly drifting through the empty vacuum of space. Luckily, he was still in his cryopod, which had kept him alive thus far. The ship was beaten up, but the lights still flickered on and off, thankfully powered by a nearby star's radiation. Until his ship crashed. Rusty woke up suddenly, thrust awake by the impact of his ship on the squishy earth of the planet. He pulled himself out of the broken glass tube groggily, his muscles still stiff from his decades frozen in ice within his cryogenic pod. He rubbed his eyes, trying to defrost the lingering cold on his eyelashes and looked at the destroyed remains of his ship. He scotted, and looked out to the wilderness of this newfound planet. For some reason, the planet had a breathable atmosphere, but the plants looked wild and alien. Rusty gathered whatever supplies he could salvage to make a new home for himself on this planet, as rescue was impossible. Then, he heard something rustle in the long stems behind him...