It had been a long time since Aramdalix had felt like such a fool. Earlier that day, he would have sworn that he was at the height of perfection. He had escaped the National Space Station after the successful assassination of the Stasdon Prime Minister without anyone any the wiser about his presence. The resulting chaos from the murder would plunge the planet into chaos, leaving his assets free to move in and claim the planet as a trading post for Aram's growing intergalactic smuggling chain. But somewhere between the space station and his own base of operation his plan had fallen apart. The reason was simple; the ship he had stolen was out of warp-power. He had just enough left to give himself one final burst. It wasn't going to be enough to get him to any civilized planet, and he would run out of supplies long before one of his own could come find him. He wanted to scream, claw at his own face until his skin peeled away and bared his stupidity to the universe, but he retained his icy facade through pure force of will. One of his six hands wiped along his brow, wicking black sweat off of charcoal grey skin. Fine. If there were no civilized planets, he would simply have to pick an uncivilized one. As long as it could support him long enough for one of his own to find him, it would be sufficient. Quickly two of his hands beat out a staccato on the tracker, and he sent out a signal, searching for compatible life forms to his own. There was one in range. It would do. He sent out the coded signal, informing someone he trusted of his location, before powering up the warp. He drained every last drop of energy into the reactor, knowing if he didn't make it close enough he would be dead, before setting the signal to initiate the burst. His ship hurtled into the warp hole, before being shot out on the other side. Instantly, the inside of the craft began to heat up, and Aram realized that he had made another mistake. He had overshot his destination, and arrived within the planet's atmosphere. There was no way he could keep the ship from crashing, assuming it didn't completely burn up in the descent from high space. One way or another, it would be his last mistake. But right now there was only time to close his eyes and brace for impact.