In the distance, screeches were heard. Strange eyes of monstrous proportions and long purple tendrils flew about, scanning the ground. For what? Food? Supplies? Workers? Slaves?

Star Wanderer was aware that this place was dangerous, but as far as they could tell, they had no other options. Stuck on the other side of this strange... bulwark of purple tentacles was their ship -- it crashed upon entering the desolate planet's atmosphere.

They had one goal in mind at this moment. With heart racing, the could see a blue light... scanning around the area. It was getting closer to Star Wanderer's location.... They were in trouble.