The air was orange that day, thick and heavy with dust as the wind swept it across the landscape, coating everything in a fire layer of dirt. It was impossible to see more than a few feet ahead or behind, which made traveling any further than ten feet to be considered environmental suicide. Even wrapped up tightly with a mask and rebreather equipped, most would simply fall apart if they tempted fate and struck out into the horrid weather conditions. Arc, however, had practically grown up in harsh environments, from the frigid cold to the scorching sun. A little bit of dirt and wind would not deter him.<br/><br/>The downed cargo transport had been picked through already for supplies, but his primary goal was not food or medicine. No, Arc searched for salvageable technology, anything that he could get his hands on that could still be useful, even if it required a little TLC. He didn't find much that day, but his efforts were not completely for naught. Arc managed to take away a piece of a reactor control module and a few empty power cells. The former did not have an immediate use, but the power cells, though depleted, could be recharged in time. Arc didn't have much in the way of resources, but one thing he was not starving for was time.<br/><br/>The HUD in his mask fed him the most important information, but was, of course, limited in usefulness. It had been a lucky find, but maintaining it had proven to be an utter nightmare. That day, however, was not a lucky one for Arc. Only a few minutes into his journey home, the digital compass inside the helmet failed, leaving him in the precarious position of not knowing where he was going. The issue was compounded by the dust storm, blocking out all but the occasional glimpse of the sun.<br/><br/>At about midday, the lost Arc found a small canyon hidden among the desert. No oasis, by any means, but there were a few niches where he could ride out the storm. He set up camp inside one of the lowest cave entries, deep enough to escape the dust but not so deep that he could not see the mouth. There he sat, his back against the wall, mask on the ground next to him, just waiting for an opportunity to move along once again.