It was a quiet day in the wastes. He was resting, for a bit, under the shade of an old 'Welcome to Pandora' signpost; colors bleached out from the sun, shot through with bullets. But it was a good enough spot to rest, and take some sips of water from his canteen, and wipe a bit of the condensation off of his goggles.<br/><br/>Something caught on his keen senses, though. Something from up above; sounded like burning. He shook his head, stepped out with his trusty One Shot Wonder, and scanned the skies; he was sure no Rakk were around, and that that was not the sound of one, but, you never could be too careful these days.<br/><br/>And, in fact, it was no Rakk. It was a freakin' shuttle, hurtling down to the ground; and then skittering along. "Well. I reckon ya don't see that every day." He murmured to himself. He shouldered the rifle, drawing his pistol instead, and approached the craft with caution.